When I was 13-14, I had easy access to social media and was aware of how people would assume that any sadness at my age would be considered an “emo phase”, so I generally pushed away my feelings of immense sadness since there were clearly people who had way worse lives than me. Every time I made a mistake that seemed attention seeking, I would be mad at myself because I had to right to express my emotions to others, since I still had my basic needs met, unlike others.
Every time I thought about the attention seeking actions that I did, like expressing my sadness on social media, my brain would say, “kill yourself”, and I would have intense inner monologues. Part of me would understand how I was feeling, part of me would say I was doing it for attention, part of me would say I was being overdramatic, and the solution would always be a quick and dismissive “kys”.
I got better when I was 15-16, because I found things that genuinely made me happy. I had things that occupied my day and distracted me from feeling like I had no purpose in life. I occupy my time to push my thoughts away. These thoughts became less frequent, but still popped up quite often whenever I thought of my mistakes (especially in social interactions). But I felt a lot better in this period, and I assumed that I would never go back to how I felt when I was 13, because I was “overreacting” then since everyone had that emo phase at that age, and it was all part of “being a teen”.
But part of me also understands that pain, and I don’t think it was all for attention. I don’t think I was in pain because I wanted attention, I think I wanted attention because I was in pain. But I also had become so familiar with the feeling. Mental health was also a very prominent topic then, so I was also cautious in accidentally self diagnosing myself, because again I was scared of what people would think. Whenever I thought I might be depressed, I would tell myself that I had nothing to be depressed about. I still wanted to live, I just struggled to see a point in it.
Recently, this strangely familiar feeling has come back. With less distractions in my life now, the overwhelming sadness is here again. Last night, as I was going to sleep, my head was going crazy as I was combining my past experiences and recent mistakes, highlighting the fact that I have not changed and I should still kms. I know I won’t actually do it, but it extremely disruptive, and I feel like the only thing that has changed from when I was 13 to now is the fact that I have experienced a point in time where these thoughts were not what occupied my day.
Again with the fear of self diagnosing, I think I might have some sort of disorder that makes me think differently from others, as I feel like I think too much. So in the day, even when I’m trying to distract myself, these overwhelming thoughts will pounce on me very frequently. I am happy during the day, when I’m surrounded by people, but I can’t help but feel heavy hearted when I am alone. When these thoughts appear, I try my best to sweep them away. In the daytime, I have started subconsciously blinking really hard, which dismisses the thoughts, and I have caught myself doing it a lot. But at night, I try to have a conversation with myself, which usually ends with me taking a deep breath and saying I need to sleep.
I am also scared of asking other people if this is normal. Because if it is, then im just an attention seeker that doesn’t see the struggles that everyone else faces, and im just trying to make my life seem more dramatic.
So, I just want to know anonymously, is it normal to have your mind tell you to kill yourself whenever something bad happens, even if you don’t think you’ll actually do it?