The first thing I’ve got to say is I am a happy person. Being sad or upset doesn’t suit me and I’m always the person to try and make the best if a bad situation. I’m a joker and I love to laugh and make other people happy, but This past year or so, I’ve lost interest in basically everything, even the things I used to really enjoy. I can’t find the motivation to meet up with friends or even talk to them. I used to really enjoy textiles and I’m fairly good at it, but I’ll start in something and either be unhappy with what I’ve produced or just get bored of it in a matter of minutes. It’s actually gotten to the point of losing interest in eating and have eaten properly for a good couple of weeks.
Instead of doing all the things I used to love, I now just lie in my bed in silence either sleeping or staring off into space.
It doesn’t help that my grandad died 4 weeks ago and I had to attend his funeral on Wednesday and it was my first ever funeral. It was horrible and made me feel quite unwell and I hated every second if it.
The thing is, I go through periods of time where I’m like this, where I recoil back into myself and I’ve tried to come up with reasons why I feel like this, but I can’t. They just happen and I have no idea how to stop them.
I don’t think anyone knows about this though, at home I’ll put on a happy face when I’m around family, but when I’m like this I only be around them when I have to be, a part from that, I avoid them as much as possible.
My friends do notice though, because when I’m like this, I don’t talk as much and I don’t smile like I used to. They’ll ask if I’m okay and I’ll tell them I’m fine. That I’m just tired and they seem to buy it. I’ll then try and get into the conversations and joke, but my hearts not in it.
Also during these phases, everything gets to me; my appearance, my lack of social skills, my personality, my grades, the future, failing. Everything.
And then that makes everything worse and I’ll fall into this cycle where I fall into this…..pit of…all the worst feelings I can imagine, and I can’t get out of it. Sometimes i manage to get out if it and carry on until normal, but just waiting for the next moment where I’ll trip fall back into it again, or there’s the other times where I nearly get out, but a nasty comment, bad news, or a shitty realisation pulls me back in.
I don’t know what to do about what I’m feeling, I hate feeling this way and I just want to be able to get over it.