The very fact my laptop tried to autofill the title with two different titles suggests to me that I have posted in this forum before, and I have no recollection of one of those times, and very little of the other time. Oh gosh okay here we go
so in 10 days time I am going back for my second year of university, I am sharing a cute little house with one friend, close to the uni.
she keeps sending me messages basically saying she keeps having dreams that I am doing weird stuff when we live together and that she's scared and keeps saying 'what if you do something weird' and I keep telling her I'm fine.
But I guess I'm terrified because there were several times last year where fine really wasn't the word to use. One night all my flatmates were out and I ended up curled up on the floor in a blanket screaming for someone to help me...what for I have no idea....and I just remember being so so scared...I couldn't think straight...the next day I called my mum in floods of tears begging her to come visit me, but she didn't take it seriously (as she put it 'you've always been a stress hea')
several times I'd wake up to 30+ post it notes over the walls saying pretty scary things. I've got documents on my laptop, and notebooks full of...I don't know? written conversations with myself? I really don't know. It's not like a diary. A diary would make sense, and would be full of 'I' not 'you and we' in reference to myself apparently. It's like someone else writes these things.
To be honest I'm not entirely sure whos writing this.
This isn't me. I'm the girl who laughs and jokes with her family, is probably slightly too loud, is the loudmouth of the friendship group. I'm happy...I'm communicative. I go out with my family, have a good time. It's not like years ago when I was upset and I had to FORCE myself to be these things. It's natural...it's ME.
Yet alone...I don't know who I am. I don't know where my thoughts are coming from, much less what I am typing. I wake up in the morning to horrifying conversations from the night before where I'm like 'why why did I say that?'. I want to type 'she' but there is no 'she' 'she' is me whether I like it or not. But it's the constant dialogue in my head. It's so constant and been going on for so long I've forgotten if it's normal or not? I guess the conversations in my head have stopped bothering me...it's the one's that end up outside my head.
I was walking the dog about a week ago (it's the only time I leave the house alone because I don't like being alone) and on the way back I find myself muttering 'you can do it, it's okay, we're nearly there' 'come on sweetie, it's okay, almost over' or most worryingly 'it's okay Venus, keep going'. My name isn't Venus. I have never been referred to as Venus. I have never wanted to be called Venus. Venus is a 'character' I created 5 years ago for roleplaying purposes when I was about 15. Why the hell was I saying her name? Why the heck was I talking at all? I really don't know how long I'd been doing it, and thankfully no-one was around (other than the dog, but she doesn't care).
Like I'm used to having to talk myself through things when alone. Out loud, like "It's okay...you can do this...just one step at a time...you'll feel better if you do it". Again that's just normal in my eyes.
This has lost all sense of structure once again. But yeah I've been 'diagnosed' with anxiety (and/or depression. The doctor never made it clear to me, just shot two different anti depressants at me and told me that 'you're a lovely girl you deserve to be happy') for several months now. It's not something I really accept. I just feel like it's me being lazy/ridiculous. I used to be able to sit in classes for 3 hours, why can't I manage a 50 minute lecture? I used to be in school for 7:30am why can't I make 12pm lectures? I'm just lazy. Looking for excuses.
I feel like none of this is stuff I can talk about to anyone. It sounds crazy. It doesn't feel real? I'm so confused what is and isn't real any more. I can't tell truth from fiction. It all blurs into one. I dread dreaming because it will get muddled up with real life. The nights are the worst. And anytime I am alone. It's like being different people...but not. I'm AWARE it's all me. Even now I'm wondering if this is all a lie. If I'm making this all up to be 'interesting' but what would the point of that be if I'm posting this as anon? Maybe this is all to hide the fact I am a very boring person? But if so...surely I'd let on to someone. I'd let people see...I wouldn't hide the evidence.
I know you're all going to tell me to tell all this to the doctor, but I CAN'T. Because 'she' will go to the doctor. And once around people I'll flick back into that mode where I am smiley and happy and able to function. I'll be too scared to talk about this side, and 99% of the time I'll be convinced this side of me doesn't exist, that it's a one off. Heck 'she'll' probably forget about me entirely. I've tried writing messages to give to the doctor, but she won't hand them over. I've tried filming myself when I break down, but she'll delete the videos. I KNOW this happens. I know it does. But everything is so muddled and I can't trust my own perception of reality. How can I trust myself? A girl who will have an hour long argument with herself in the mirror? Then snap out of it when someone walks into the room.
I don't know anymore. i really don't. How am I supposed to tell what's real and what's not? How can I trust myself? I'm so lost and scared for what I could do...Please...I need advice.