I had a complete mental breakdown on Friday night. I ended up breaking the top part of my door frame so y'know, fun. I wrote a letter to my mom explaining how I needed help. I can't tell people personal things face to face, it's the most difficult thing for me to do. It all started when my mom confronted me about my grades. I'm failing a majority of my classes, and I haven't been doing the greatest this year. It just frustrates me because she doesn't try to help, she just yells and screams at me calling me 'lazy' and 'irresponsible'. I honestly can't help it most of the time. I can't control that I have no motivation and that I can barely get out of bed most days. It's not my choice to be constantly fatigued, because trust me, if it was my choice I would've made it go away a while ago. Everyday I battle my own thoughts and my own mind, it's always a battle about whether or not I'm good enough. It usually ends in me thinking badly of myself and giving up before even starting a task. I'm not lazy, I'm just depressed. People don't understand that when you're depressed, you exhaust yourself with constant thoughts, never ending arguments within your own head. It makes us sound crazy, and that's what people think I am. I was so reluctant to ever get mental help because I was terrified of the stereotypes that go along with therapy and a mental illness. I was scared that people would look at me as 'crazy' or 'unpredictable'. I've heard the people at my school talk about others and their disabilities, things that they can't help. It makes me so sad, it's not our fault that we were born with something that we can't control, and that you were so lucky to have nothing wrong with you. Oops, this is a very long rant. I don't even remember the point I was trying to make when I started writing this. Oh well, here's a novel.
Is it normal with depression to not be able to go to sleep? I take melatonin which is supposed to help with sleep, but I can't ever get to bed at a decent hour. I just toss and turn throughout the night. I'm always too hot or too cold, and can't get comfortable. I get night terrors and anxiety attacks in the middle of the night. I don't know if these are connected? I hope they are in some way, I don't want to have a bunch of major things wrong with me. U g h, I'm jealous of people that are actually happy with their lives and have never been in the deepest hole of their lives. It's like being stuck in a corner with all of your worst fears constantly coming closer until you break and everyday this cycle repeats itself. Holy heck, this really is getting long. I'm pouring all of the thoughts I've had over the past week onto a single post, oops. Is it normal to listen to sad music, and feel less sad after listening to it? I don't know, I've just seen that as a pattern recently. I'm drawn to this sad music with depressing lyrics and somehow it makes me feel better in the end, until it doesn't, and I have to find something else to make it okay.
Anywho, I'm done with this rant. Bye- x