Tuesday, 6 November 2012, 02:17
Headaches. Severe headaches. The past few days consisted of headaches that hurt so bad it made me nauseous. But one positive thing: I don’t sleep as much during the day anymore. Today I even got out of bed at 10 AM. It’s been a long time since I got out of bed before noon.
Today didn’t go as planned, resulting in a meltdown this evening. It’s all these little things during a day, that go different then I though it would go, it all piles up and at the end of the day… BOOM. Error in my brain. Panic. Tears. And when it’s over… headache.
This is something that happens when I stay home all day. Even on a day when practically nothing happens, it’s too much to me. So how would it go if I was actually going to school right now? Well, it wouldn’t go. That’s why I’m not going to school this year. I’d be having multiple panic attacks even before I’d actually set foot in the building.
And if I would even make it inside… All these people. And it’s like they’re all staring at me. Their eyes go right through me.
In class you have to stay focused. You have to know the right answer. Your intelligence is constantly tested in a room full of strangers. I try to keep as quiet as I can, be as invisible as I can be. And when a word leaves my mouth, it’s wrong, it’s all wrong, FAILURE!
I live in a country full of opportunities, but there’s one problem in this system: you have none as long as you don’t have an education. They need proof of you intelligence. And intelligence these days involves social skills. You must be able to sit in a room full of strangers and be comfortable. I can’t. For me it would feel like the building is on fire and I have to run for my life.
When will it get better? Therapy got me this far. Five years of therapy. I’m done with it. So many people telling me what’s wrong with me and how to fix it. I really tried. I really really really tried. But looking back I see that I pushed myself too far. I fell over the edge, into the ocean. It’s really hard climbing back up when the waves of the sea are crushing against you, pulling you further down. I’m tired of keeping my head above the surface to catch my breath. Sometimes I want to give up. Stop breathing. Let my lungs fill up with water and slowly descent to the bottom of the ocean.