So it's another hard year for me, doing the same exact thing, feeling the same exact way. There's no doubting that 2016 was one of the worst years of my life, but at the same time, the best year of my life. I don't exactly know how to put it.
I don't know where to begin here. Something's wrong. Maybe with me, maybe with what's going on around me, destroying me from all sides and ways it possibly can. People, they don't understand. People these days, they take depression and anxiety as a joke. This is where it starts getting hard to find help.
Why am I this way? A plentiful of reasons. Class is a big stress in my life. The bullies, and people from the past destroying me bit by bit every single day. Then work after that. Some video games when I am done, since I am currently in a 6s team. But even that is stressful. Tight schedule. Seems like I am getting less and less sleep each night, more and more tired to the point where my body doesn't even function properly. I am starting to get angry easily, to the point where I snap on people when I don't mean it. That's why she left. I didn't mean it.
I say that 2016 was also the best year because I actually had somebody, somebody to support me. Parents don't care. If I fall behind in classes because of the lack of actual support in my life, it's my problem I have to deal with. But as I said, I used to have somebody. This girl, we used to be together. For two and a half years. Helping me with the anxiety of every day, and the stress. I did the same for her. Something to look forward to. But now that she's gone, I don't know where to find hope. Everyone I thought was real disappeared, just because I'm not what they want me to be. I can't control it.
People always tell me to take medication. Go to therapists. Thing is, all this I've already tried. Medication only messes up your head even more, it doesn't just take the bad away. It removes everything from you. All emotion. Makes you something you're not. Hell, I don't even know who I am anymore. Therapists don't help. They only repeat the same damn thing every time you go. One day a week, time out of my life just to see somebody that asks the same damn questions.
Though, in the midst of all this, there's something I still cling to, the only thing I have left. Something I can't control all the time, my thoughts. It's finally something different every day. In my head, the only place I'm not alone. It's somewhere I feel safe even though I know, I KNOW that it will take total control one day.
I hate playing this character, portraying that everything in my life is alright when it's not. Of course. Tell me to reach out. Talk to other people about my problems. But they don't fucking understand. The amount of shit I've been through since childhood, changed my fucking head into a slaughter house of my own good will.
Why am I making this thread? I need help. I need to find hope in continuing with this relentless schedule, I don't know who is telling me to make this thread, it's one of them that knows what will become of me. As of now, there's nowhere else to go. Soon they will find out I need help, and change that for good.