One problematic nature of me outwardly discussing my numerous problems, especially on an online forum is that it goes against one of my primary philosophies
I tend to be rather stoic in nature. My father says I complain about everything all the time… but that’s because at times he is somewhat of an ass, and the only way he knows how to express concern is by berating numerous attributes that are allocated to my character, whether they be perceived as true or not (I don’t tend to complain unless it legitimate, like during a massive flare up of chronic pain… I’ll say “I’m in pain” and in response I’ll get a “yea yea, heard it before… you’re always in pain, this day it’s this and another day it’s that”. Then I’ll come home from the doctor and show an approval for a cortisone shot in my shoulder and he will say “I never said you weren’t in pain”…)
Regardless this has little to do with my rhetoric for not talking about my problems on here. I believe everyone has their own life story to tell and live out, unfortunately this means most tend to think out for themselves and themselves only (perhaps this is unique to just the teenage demographic though) and thus although many seem as if they wish to support another, they typically only do so as to acquire validation from peers (I’ve seen this before, kids posting these BS slogans about “ask someone if they’re okay if you see them alone… if something seems odd, ask them about it” and whatnot) yet when the time comes to act upon the ideologies reiterated by these slogans, they either sit by as a bystander, don’t want to help or do so reluctantly to gain approval and validation as being a good person from their peers.
In general, I don’t want to burden others with my story. Aside from that there’s the facet that certain elements of my life I’m merely not comfortable putting up on the internet for everyone to see. I don’t believe I will stray too far off my designated path, as difficult as it is to keep jumping far out into the deep end, I’ve personally seen the consequences from a myriad of individuals who let life take them for a spin… these people fell too far off the edge and never recovered, and I won’t… I can’t let something like that happen to me…
Ive heard the phrase the past defines who you become as a person… But for those who can’t let go of the past (I suppose myself), perhaps the past is all you ever amount to be… until you can get over previous experiences. That’s what I need therapy for, I have a good idea where all the anger and emptiness is coming from, I just need to come to terms with it (note there is a big difference between feeling empty and depressed, I’m not depressed at all, I just feel lost and without purpose or direction.)
I need to deal with past bottled up resentment, anger and residual… trauma I suppose from prior experiences. The fact that a mere trigger that flashes me back to the more unpleasant portions of my life is enough to trigger a grand full scale panic attack clearly reiterates the notion that I have some work to do… I should’ve started seeking help the second the nightmares started occurring (about three years ago now), brushing them off didn’t help and they’ve only become more and more frequent
You’d think given my descriptions I was horrifically abused or something, but I wasn’t… I don’t know why I responded the way I did to prior events, perhaps it’s due to my atypical neurology… perhaps it was because I was all alone and without any friend of acquaintance I could talk to at the time. Nothing particularly terrible happened to me, I won’t go into details but I mean it was pretty standard. I was encouraged quite a few times to kill myself as a younger teenager… this typically happened in the form of text… which I won’t go into detail with as it’s quite disturbing. I had the shit kicked out of me on an occasion or two when I was very young. I was bullied consistently throughout my younger years, tensions rose and things eventually mounted from words to physical violence. Unfortunately the people who picked on me were quite charismatic, and through this they managed to systematically turn an entire year level against me, and the preconceived motions others harboured about me at the hands of those people managed to linger for a long time (granted I wasn’t a saint, at the time I was a very fucked up kid… being treated so badly for so long really screwed up my perception of right and wrong… and so I did some things that I regret… so I was asking for some of the negative consequence that occurred towards me in response I guess).
There were two bouts of this, one in Australia and one in america, interestingly the American one (of which never rose to physical altercation), was the one with the far more pronounced overall impact on my psyche today. And now whenever I’m reminded or think a situation such as what happened there might unfold again, I freak the fuck out…
There’s a lot more to the story than just being encouraged to off myself and whatnot, but I’m not telling that story, I don’t want to reminisce and I’m not comfortable telling the story of that part of my life… I thought I’d eventually get over it however consequence from these events appears to have lingered… and it’s getting worse, not better as time goes by
Then there’s the facet of exclusion which I’ve always had to deal with, being… how do I say this… abnormal, led to me being excluded from many events, I had to strive to find a friend group… and this year I did, but prior to that, and still currently I find myself excluded from events if I don’t actively try to get invited. If the event is being held by someone my friends are in with they’ll make sure I’m included, which is great… but the notion of exclusion time and time again is somewhat painful… and that’s about all I’m comfortable ever sharing on here lol