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11-18-2013, 09:12 PM
I signed up for this forum when I was feeling a bit lousy. Not really as bad as I can be sometimes, just sort of struggling but seeing the light at the end of the tunnel kind of emotion.
Then I felt better for a time, so I didn't come around too often, but at this moment, I feel pretty miserable, and I guessI just need somewhere and some way to vent about it.
I'm not anxious all the time. There are parts of my life where I am genuinely stressfree and carefree and happy, where a small setback is just a small setback, and I am able to easily overcome it. There are times when I am stressed and I can figure out a way to balance things out, where the stress doesn't get too bad, and I feel okay. When something bad happens in the family, I'm he one who keeps their wits and answers questions for the medics and keeps everyone informed, and I've had that position since before I was about 12. I tend to be very level headed and usually I can see things from other people's perspectives very easily. I'm not the most emotionally available person ever, but I'm reliable for getting things done for those who need me and I have a bit of a reputation for being normal, sane, and having reasonable advice.
That just makes it that much harder to deal with when I don't feel good.
I will feel absolutely normal for a while and then one morning, I'll wake up and I won't. Sometimes it'll be because I am a little stressed. Other times, there's no reason at all. And then I feel miserable. Sometimes I can still do whatever for whoever, but most of the time I can't get myself to leave my room. I will feel absolutely miserable. I don't have a better word for it than that. I'm not irritable, or totally depressed (at that point), I just feel so tired, and every ache and breath and thought will weigh on me. I won't want to do anything, because I can't think, and I'll screw it up if I do it... and so I take a day off from whatever, and that's what seals my fate.
The next day I won't be energized and relaxed and over whatever. I'll be upset and nervous and disgusted with myself for staying in. I'll think I messed up by missing whatever and now I can't recover whatever I didn't do. I get so upset and guilty and frustrated that my stomach will go off and I hide away in my room again and try to sleep so I don't have to keep thinking about what I've done. And the cycle continues.
Sometimes I try to find a distraction, and sometimes that'll work enough to get me out of the loop. Other times I won't let myself find a distraction, because I don't want to continue the cycle of avoidance... but then I just do nothing but feel worse.
Then the less I end up in contact with people, the more I become convinced they probably hate me now, for not staying connected, or for not hanging out, or for a favor I forgot to do them. Normally, getting dragged back into the fold is what snaps me out of it. Having someone tell me they care in some way makes me feel a little less like a failure, and I find my way back to normal pretty quickly afterwords.
But I guess I just don't understand why this happens. I feel like if I just tried harder I could fight past how awful I feel, but part of me feels like maybe it's something more.
I worry about my health a lot. Honestly, I often hope that something will turn out to be wrong, to justify all the wasted time, and the sudden miserable feelings, and explain to me why I just suddenly feel so bad. It always starts off feeling totally physical before it turns into a mental self-beating. And I do feel physically unwell, and I'm pretty sure that it can't all be in my head. I know I have PCOS and a thyroid condition, but beyond that, I do think there is something else wrong that no one has managed to figure out, because I've had some physical symptoms that I can't just brush off and say were in my head.
But when I feel good, I don't complain and I forget about them, and when I feel bad, I brush them into the "probably my fault" pile.
I don't really know what I'm trying to ask here, or talk about. I just needed to try to get out some of this somehow. I tried seeing a therapist once, but I couldn't manage to really open up. I answered the questions the way I felt I should, and it helped when she acknowledged some of my little life stressors as being genuinely stressful, it made me feel a bit less like a whiny idiot, but ultimately it didn't help and I couldn't afford to keep going and saying nothing useful.
I don't know... I just felt kind f miserable today, and I needed to get it out there. Sorry about how long this is. I don't feel quite as miserable right now, now that it's out there.
Then I felt better for a time, so I didn't come around too often, but at this moment, I feel pretty miserable, and I guessI just need somewhere and some way to vent about it.
I'm not anxious all the time. There are parts of my life where I am genuinely stressfree and carefree and happy, where a small setback is just a small setback, and I am able to easily overcome it. There are times when I am stressed and I can figure out a way to balance things out, where the stress doesn't get too bad, and I feel okay. When something bad happens in the family, I'm he one who keeps their wits and answers questions for the medics and keeps everyone informed, and I've had that position since before I was about 12. I tend to be very level headed and usually I can see things from other people's perspectives very easily. I'm not the most emotionally available person ever, but I'm reliable for getting things done for those who need me and I have a bit of a reputation for being normal, sane, and having reasonable advice.
That just makes it that much harder to deal with when I don't feel good.
I will feel absolutely normal for a while and then one morning, I'll wake up and I won't. Sometimes it'll be because I am a little stressed. Other times, there's no reason at all. And then I feel miserable. Sometimes I can still do whatever for whoever, but most of the time I can't get myself to leave my room. I will feel absolutely miserable. I don't have a better word for it than that. I'm not irritable, or totally depressed (at that point), I just feel so tired, and every ache and breath and thought will weigh on me. I won't want to do anything, because I can't think, and I'll screw it up if I do it... and so I take a day off from whatever, and that's what seals my fate.
The next day I won't be energized and relaxed and over whatever. I'll be upset and nervous and disgusted with myself for staying in. I'll think I messed up by missing whatever and now I can't recover whatever I didn't do. I get so upset and guilty and frustrated that my stomach will go off and I hide away in my room again and try to sleep so I don't have to keep thinking about what I've done. And the cycle continues.
Sometimes I try to find a distraction, and sometimes that'll work enough to get me out of the loop. Other times I won't let myself find a distraction, because I don't want to continue the cycle of avoidance... but then I just do nothing but feel worse.
Then the less I end up in contact with people, the more I become convinced they probably hate me now, for not staying connected, or for not hanging out, or for a favor I forgot to do them. Normally, getting dragged back into the fold is what snaps me out of it. Having someone tell me they care in some way makes me feel a little less like a failure, and I find my way back to normal pretty quickly afterwords.
But I guess I just don't understand why this happens. I feel like if I just tried harder I could fight past how awful I feel, but part of me feels like maybe it's something more.
I worry about my health a lot. Honestly, I often hope that something will turn out to be wrong, to justify all the wasted time, and the sudden miserable feelings, and explain to me why I just suddenly feel so bad. It always starts off feeling totally physical before it turns into a mental self-beating. And I do feel physically unwell, and I'm pretty sure that it can't all be in my head. I know I have PCOS and a thyroid condition, but beyond that, I do think there is something else wrong that no one has managed to figure out, because I've had some physical symptoms that I can't just brush off and say were in my head.
But when I feel good, I don't complain and I forget about them, and when I feel bad, I brush them into the "probably my fault" pile.
I don't really know what I'm trying to ask here, or talk about. I just needed to try to get out some of this somehow. I tried seeing a therapist once, but I couldn't manage to really open up. I answered the questions the way I felt I should, and it helped when she acknowledged some of my little life stressors as being genuinely stressful, it made me feel a bit less like a whiny idiot, but ultimately it didn't help and I couldn't afford to keep going and saying nothing useful.
I don't know... I just felt kind f miserable today, and I needed to get it out there. Sorry about how long this is. I don't feel quite as miserable right now, now that it's out there.