(tw: sh)
I don’t really know what to do right now. I’m scared and I feel trapped inside my own body because it feels like it’s been so long since I was last functional or able to control myself. I’m even scared to think and be in my own head, it’s like I’m always spiralling down, so I always try to distract myself with my phone and novels. In consequence, so many responsibilities in my life are being neglected, and I will need to reap the consequences if this goes on.
I’m a student in my last year of high school, and I haven’t been able to meet my academic demands at all. I think it’s been bad since 5 years ago, because that was the time I started harming myself due to academic stress and fear. No one ever noticed anything because I was functional up until last year where I can’t keep up with everything anymore. I used to be the best student in my class, was described as cheerful by people around me, and even though I don’t feel mentally well, I managed to keep it hidden up until now, and no one suspected a thing.
I think I started harming myself because it’s the most effective way to force myself to do my responsibilities. I can’t describe exactly why, but it just is. I actually hate harming myself, I hate the pain, I don’t like dealing with the scars, but it’s effective, so I can’t stop. Because the world doesn’t wait for me, I need to keep being functional even though I’m struggling. I’ve been clean for a few months now though, because I noticed that even harming myself isn’t effective at making myself do my responsibilities anymore.
I don’t have the motivation to live anymore, but it’s not like I want to die either. I just can’t see anything in my future, and it scares me. It’s been so many years since I last genuinely want something, felt passion towards anything, or do something just for the sake of it because of my own desire. I’ve just been doing the things I need to do, and the rest are just distractions…
I genuinely don’t know what to do with my life anymore. I don’t know what I want, and I can’t even picture what happiness would look like for myself because I don’t have any desire.
I’ve tried reaching out for help to my mother a few years ago, but it’s like she didn’t even want to give me help. She acknowledges that I’m harming myself but then she didn’t do anything about it. Because if this I often don’t know if I’m just over exaggerating my problems inside my own head and everything is actually just fine, because I know my mother loves me and we aren’t on bad terms or anything… I don’t get why she ignored me, but it hurts, and I think because of it I’ve started closing off from my mother and gotten into so many arguments with her.