I get these times, like now, when I don't want to do anything but cry and I get this cold feeling in my chest and my heart starts to beat really fast, my breathing gets hard and I turn really red. I can't really describe how it feels besides quiet and wishing that everything would go away and the more I look for answers the more broken I start to see myself. I feel that if I didn't have people around me that look me in the eye every day, like Erin and Bionca, I would have no purpose. I also feel vulnerable like if I don't act happy and fine that people will see me as weak, and I feel like I need to be strong for everyone else when inside I'm tearing myself apart and that every second that goes by I slowly breakdown into something not human.
I looked up what causes this and it gave me a couple of results, Clinical Depression, Codependency, Self steam issues were just a few but I can't believe that I have fallen into this type of pattern so I am asking you, What happened to me?
I can't sleep, I always feel hungry, I always feel alone and unloved, I always feel my throat getting dry and my tongue starting to swell. I get sharp pains randomly that have no cause. I can't make definite decisions, I keep forgetting things and I had a dream last night that seemed so real.
A man with split personality disorder kidnapped me, one of his personalities was a pedophile, another just wanted a friend, the other wanted to kill. He had killed seven other kids but the killings were becoming more and more violent each time. He had a brain tumor that was killing him, increasing the drive to kill. I asked him what satisfied his need to kill and he told me that it was blood. I told him exactly where to cut me so I would bleed the most, satisfying him until his death. And I felt myself hanging there upside down with the blood running into my face as I cried silently thinking that I was saving someone else. Before that, I told him he had to do something for me, deliver a letter to three people; Erin, Bionca, and Alyssa. Each with a bone from my middle finger with a leather stripe so they could wear it as a necklace. and I watched each of you read the letters, telling you how you completed me and how I would be useless without you and that I didn't want them to cry for me because I was finally done with these spells and if she wanted she could always have part of me with her... that when I woke up... I never got to see if Erin accepted the bone and I don't know what it means but I know its linked to this all...
you see depression has different ways of showing it just does...
and hey trust you're not the only one like that and also you want an answer everyone always wants an answer but sometimes there isn't one and hey sometimes you don't need one...
Im sry
Thankyou but I dont want pity, I want to know whats WRONG with me