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AlgebraAddict 08-20-2012 08:19 AM

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Originally Posted by Sandy (Post 331501)
I'm confused, I'm exhausted, I'm sorry, but most of all I'm just sad.
Recently my mom came out and told me that I'm not well and that I need help. When she first said it, I was shocked. She said I was sick... and for the first time ever I realized that maybe... maybe I am sick. I had lived up until this point thinking that everyone woke up like I did, that everyone had eating problems like me, that everyone saw themselves the way I see myself... She keeps on saying that she'll get me help, she's been saying that for the past year and a half and it never happens, because I can pull myself together fast enough to avoid a therapist because I'm scared and humiliated after what she's told me about them.
She thinks that it's my fault, that I'm doing this to her on purpose... she thinks that I sat at the foot of my bed one night and prayed to God to make me messed up. Unlike most people, Mom, I'm not enjoying this. Some people do enjoy this but not me, and don't think for one second that I haven't tried to get out of it. I've given everything to this and now I have nothing left so what do you expect me to do?
This has been going on for five years now, and I haven't changed. The worst thing though was when my friend posted a story of her "depression" on dA... it sounded like it went on for a couple of weeks and during that time she thought about suicide but didn't want to, and wouldn't have done it. And she thinks that's messed up and wanted me to share MY story. What kind of a freak am I, then? With everything that I've done to myself in the past FIVE YEARS? Everything that's gone through my head?
And on top of that, I feel trapped. My mom is telling me this stuff, that she sees me "spinning around in this sea of hatred" and that I'm "at the bottom of a deep, dark hole" but I can't even trust her to tell the truth. She says stupid stuff to me to mess with me, like giving me a concerned look and saying that I'm losing too much weight and that my face is gaunt... as soon as you left the car after that, my dad turned around and told me not to let you get under my skin because what you were saying wasn't true and you were trying to convince me that I should eat more.
I told you that I can't tell you anything because when you get angry, you use it against me... and you've done so since I first started telling you stuff. And when I let you know that this is WHY I don't tell you anything, you say I'm lying, and you say that I'm making it up, and you tell me that if I ever share this with someone important to me, not to make up stuff... What the actual hell? Why would you lie? What, do you lose your memory when you lose your temper? You think it's my fault I'm like this, but you're the first to say that children are a reflection of their parents. You don't lose your temper nearly as badly as you used to but what about before? I don't want to have kids because I want this cycle to end, and no matter how much you want to drag any kids I may have into this, I refuse to drag them down.
I don't want to eat at all, Mom. I don't really mind because I don't want to live a long life. I don't really mind if my bones bend and break because I'm malnutritioned, because I don't really want to go on anyways. I can't treat you with respect because I don't even respect myself, I'm cold towards people because I'm scared of what will happen if I show emotion to others. I'm terrified. And I'm beyond terrified of what will happen if you take IB away from me. You're putting me back in the chicken cage and letting me peck away at myself until I die, mentally starved. Can't you see that I'm feeding off of myself? Like the snake in the Secret of Kells or whatever?
I'm not sick of wishing I was never born; I'm not sick of being your failure; I'm not sick of waking up and wanting to sink away into the earth, to sink out of this body and fall away into nothing; I'm not sick of wanting to hide myself so no one has to deal with me; and I'm certainly not sick of having these voices in my head, both physical and unreal, whether they are laughing at me or screaming at me that I'm nothing, that I'll never go anywhere and that I should die for my sins. I already told you, and you've already told me that this is part of my personality; this is part of me. But you need to know that it's not my fault I'm like this. I'm not "out to get you." But I guess that's as hard for you to believe as it is for me to believe that you're not "out to get me."
From your messed-up failure of a mentally ill child.
Tch.

I'm not sure what to say. My mom has had her angry moments (especially when she's pregnant), but she's not like that.

If she's so set on you being mentally ill, why doesn't she get you help?

nngo 08-20-2012 12:35 PM

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Originally Posted by Sandy (Post 331501)
I'm confused, I'm exhausted, I'm sorry, but most of all I'm just sad.
Recently my mom came out and told me that I'm not well and that I need help. When she first said it, I was shocked. She said I was sick... and for the first time ever I realized that maybe... maybe I am sick. I had lived up until this point thinking that everyone woke up like I did, that everyone had eating problems like me, that everyone saw themselves the way I see myself... She keeps on saying that she'll get me help, she's been saying that for the past year and a half and it never happens, because I can pull myself together fast enough to avoid a therapist because I'm scared and humiliated after what she's told me about them.
She thinks that it's my fault, that I'm doing this to her on purpose... she thinks that I sat at the foot of my bed one night and prayed to God to make me messed up. Unlike most people, Mom, I'm not enjoying this. Some people do enjoy this but not me, and don't think for one second that I haven't tried to get out of it. I've given everything to this and now I have nothing left so what do you expect me to do?
This has been going on for five years now, and I haven't changed. The worst thing though was when my friend posted a story of her "depression" on dA... it sounded like it went on for a couple of weeks and during that time she thought about suicide but didn't want to, and wouldn't have done it. And she thinks that's messed up and wanted me to share MY story. What kind of a freak am I, then? With everything that I've done to myself in the past FIVE YEARS? Everything that's gone through my head?
And on top of that, I feel trapped. My mom is telling me this stuff, that she sees me "spinning around in this sea of hatred" and that I'm "at the bottom of a deep, dark hole" but I can't even trust her to tell the truth. She says stupid stuff to me to mess with me, like giving me a concerned look and saying that I'm losing too much weight and that my face is gaunt... as soon as you left the car after that, my dad turned around and told me not to let you get under my skin because what you were saying wasn't true and you were trying to convince me that I should eat more.
I told you that I can't tell you anything because when you get angry, you use it against me... and you've done so since I first started telling you stuff. And when I let you know that this is WHY I don't tell you anything, you say I'm lying, and you say that I'm making it up, and you tell me that if I ever share this with someone important to me, not to make up stuff... What the actual hell? Why would you lie? What, do you lose your memory when you lose your temper? You think it's my fault I'm like this, but you're the first to say that children are a reflection of their parents. You don't lose your temper nearly as badly as you used to but what about before? I don't want to have kids because I want this cycle to end, and no matter how much you want to drag any kids I may have into this, I refuse to drag them down.
I don't want to eat at all, Mom. I don't really mind because I don't want to live a long life. I don't really mind if my bones bend and break because I'm malnutritioned, because I don't really want to go on anyways. I can't treat you with respect because I don't even respect myself, I'm cold towards people because I'm scared of what will happen if I show emotion to others. I'm terrified. And I'm beyond terrified of what will happen if you take IB away from me. You're putting me back in the chicken cage and letting me peck away at myself until I die, mentally starved. Can't you see that I'm feeding off of myself? Like the snake in the Secret of Kells or whatever?
I'm not sick of wishing I was never born; I'm not sick of being your failure; I'm not sick of waking up and wanting to sink away into the earth, to sink out of this body and fall away into nothing; I'm not sick of wanting to hide myself so no one has to deal with me; and I'm certainly not sick of having these voices in my head, both physical and unreal, whether they are laughing at me or screaming at me that I'm nothing, that I'll never go anywhere and that I should die for my sins. I already told you, and you've already told me that this is part of my personality; this is part of me. But you need to know that it's not my fault I'm like this. I'm not "out to get you." But I guess that's as hard for you to believe as it is for me to believe that you're not "out to get me."
From your messed-up failure of a mentally ill child.
Tch.

Hey. Don't always believe your mom. Yes, you should listen to her in what you think is right, but parents aren't right all the time. And I think your mom is seriously wrong on this one. You should tell her that you really aren't suffering on purpose.

I think you already figured it out, but not everyone is like you. There are shallower people who think their little problems are worth giving up on life for. Honestly, I don't think your friend has depression. You aren't a freak - she just doesn't know what she's talking about.

Think of this as a classroom. Let's say there are 35 students. In all, there's probably just a couple kids who listen to something that isn't pop/dance/electronica because it's cool. And in those 2 kids, it's unlikely they like, say, classical music and old death metal. But let's say you do. That's a minority compared to the normal majority. That's sort of how it works with your situation. You aren't worthless, you aren't a depressed freak. But you do need help.

Not all therapists are bad. Some are, stinking horrible, but some actually listen to you and unrest and what you're feeling. Those people don't just work for the money, but to genuinely make the patient feel better. Or maybe you need a friend that you can tell everything to, that isn't just on the emotional venting thread. Maybe it's your mission to go seriously talk to your mom. It never hurts to ask, unless you ask for hurt.

And sorry to sound like your mom, but you really should eat. When you're depressed and have a shitload of problems, the future as you see it is grey and hopeless, isn't it? But if you get past a bit of your problems, you can see a light somewhere at the end. Very vague and murky, maybe, but it's still there. Once you get past the grey shadows in front of your eyes, you'll survive. Think about it. What if these horrible feelings you've had for five years go away one day, when you win the fight with it? Let's say one day, they do go away, and you're all you are is skin and bones and a case of happiness that can't last long because you're not eating. Things would be a lot better if you wouldn't let yourself starve and succumb to your own darkness. Just please eat. Not for your mom, but for yourself. And if your mom is just being a liar, don't listen to her.

Isn't everyone scared of showing their emotions at some point? Or rather, most people? You've got a more serious case of it, but it's something you'll eventually have to get over. Or just try, with someone you really trust not to judge you harshly. If you don't really trust alone, you need to find someone that you do. Or just try letting loose every piece of anger, sadness, and despair you have in some way that doesn't hurt you. Or transform your depression into some sort of art to save yourself.

kgs221 08-20-2012 11:06 PM

RAHH!!! Okay.. don't mind me, just passing through, ranting, lots of bleeping out cussing

Gosh Bianca, you really aren't that great! You're just an arrogant little *****
I realize your good, everyone does, everyone LOVES you, and your long hair and skinny body and amazing voice! I get I'll never be as good as you, but you could at least be humble. There's 40 of us, all wanting what you have stop acting like you own the place! You know what to tell people to get them to LOVE you! Just because our teacher gave you the music and the dance to the song doesn't make you any better!! I've been working at this For YEARS!!! Starting at the bottom and working my way up.. And you just waltz in and get in Varsity Choir without trying! If you were more humble, and gracious I might be happy for you, but all you do is rub it in our faces, steal my best friend and constantly talk in class. You get EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING!! What do I get NOTHING! And I realize your going to get the solo, SINCE YOU ALREADY MEMORIZED THE BLOODY SONG BEFORE ANY BODY ELSE EVEN KNEW ABOUT IT! But just watch, choir is my life, and your not gonna take me down that easily..:mad::mad:

On the other hand, you didn't have a boy tell you your beautiful today.. Nope, and if he did, he doesn't mean as much to you as this one did.;)

lvhamsters 08-21-2012 12:38 AM

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Originally Posted by Sandy (Post 331501)
I'm confused, I'm exhausted, I'm sorry, but most of all I'm just sad.
Recently my mom came out and told me that I'm not well and that I need help. When she first said it, I was shocked. She said I was sick... and for the first time ever I realized that maybe... maybe I am sick. I had lived up until this point thinking that everyone woke up like I did, that everyone had eating problems like me, that everyone saw themselves the way I see myself... She keeps on saying that she'll get me help, she's been saying that for the past year and a half and it never happens, because I can pull myself together fast enough to avoid a therapist because I'm scared and humiliated after what she's told me about them.
She thinks that it's my fault, that I'm doing this to her on purpose... she thinks that I sat at the foot of my bed one night and prayed to God to make me messed up. Unlike most people, Mom, I'm not enjoying this. Some people do enjoy this but not me, and don't think for one second that I haven't tried to get out of it. I've given everything to this and now I have nothing left so what do you expect me to do?
This has been going on for five years now, and I haven't changed. The worst thing though was when my friend posted a story of her "depression" on dA... it sounded like it went on for a couple of weeks and during that time she thought about suicide but didn't want to, and wouldn't have done it. And she thinks that's messed up and wanted me to share MY story. What kind of a freak am I, then? With everything that I've done to myself in the past FIVE YEARS? Everything that's gone through my head?
And on top of that, I feel trapped. My mom is telling me this stuff, that she sees me "spinning around in this sea of hatred" and that I'm "at the bottom of a deep, dark hole" but I can't even trust her to tell the truth. She says stupid stuff to me to mess with me, like giving me a concerned look and saying that I'm losing too much weight and that my face is gaunt... as soon as you left the car after that, my dad turned around and told me not to let you get under my skin because what you were saying wasn't true and you were trying to convince me that I should eat more.
I told you that I can't tell you anything because when you get angry, you use it against me... and you've done so since I first started telling you stuff. And when I let you know that this is WHY I don't tell you anything, you say I'm lying, and you say that I'm making it up, and you tell me that if I ever share this with someone important to me, not to make up stuff... What the actual hell? Why would you lie? What, do you lose your memory when you lose your temper? You think it's my fault I'm like this, but you're the first to say that children are a reflection of their parents. You don't lose your temper nearly as badly as you used to but what about before? I don't want to have kids because I want this cycle to end, and no matter how much you want to drag any kids I may have into this, I refuse to drag them down.
I don't want to eat at all, Mom. I don't really mind because I don't want to live a long life. I don't really mind if my bones bend and break because I'm malnutritioned, because I don't really want to go on anyways. I can't treat you with respect because I don't even respect myself, I'm cold towards people because I'm scared of what will happen if I show emotion to others. I'm terrified. And I'm beyond terrified of what will happen if you take IB away from me. You're putting me back in the chicken cage and letting me peck away at myself until I die, mentally starved. Can't you see that I'm feeding off of myself? Like the snake in the Secret of Kells or whatever?
I'm not sick of wishing I was never born; I'm not sick of being your failure; I'm not sick of waking up and wanting to sink away into the earth, to sink out of this body and fall away into nothing; I'm not sick of wanting to hide myself so no one has to deal with me; and I'm certainly not sick of having these voices in my head, both physical and unreal, whether they are laughing at me or screaming at me that I'm nothing, that I'll never go anywhere and that I should die for my sins. I already told you, and you've already told me that this is part of my personality; this is part of me. But you need to know that it's not my fault I'm like this. I'm not "out to get you." But I guess that's as hard for you to believe as it is for me to believe that you're not "out to get me."
From your messed-up failure of a mentally ill child.
Tch.

That's gotta be hard, and I understand you. Your not the only one, trust me. It's hard to deal with, but you've got to be strong.
Don't let anything get to you. And as nngo said, you should eat. Not eating isn't going to solve problems. It's just going to make them . . . worse.
I'm not the best person to comfort people, I'm sorry. It's hard to put feelings into words, so maybe I'll just share my feelings. I'm sad that you have to go through this but I have a bright hope that you'll get through it.
I hope you feel better and remember we're always here for you <3

TheAshWolf 08-21-2012 01:06 AM

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Originally Posted by Sandy (Post 331501)
I'm confused, I'm exhausted, I'm sorry, but most of all I'm just sad.
Recently my mom came out and told me that I'm not well and that I need help. When she first said it, I was shocked. She said I was sick... and for the first time ever I realized that maybe... maybe I am sick. I had lived up until this point thinking that everyone woke up like I did, that everyone had eating problems like me, that everyone saw themselves the way I see myself... She keeps on saying that she'll get me help, she's been saying that for the past year and a half and it never happens, because I can pull myself together fast enough to avoid a therapist because I'm scared and humiliated after what she's told me about them.
She thinks that it's my fault, that I'm doing this to her on purpose... she thinks that I sat at the foot of my bed one night and prayed to God to make me messed up. Unlike most people, Mom, I'm not enjoying this. Some people do enjoy this but not me, and don't think for one second that I haven't tried to get out of it. I've given everything to this and now I have nothing left so what do you expect me to do?
This has been going on for five years now, and I haven't changed. The worst thing though was when my friend posted a story of her "depression" on dA... it sounded like it went on for a couple of weeks and during that time she thought about suicide but didn't want to, and wouldn't have done it. And she thinks that's messed up and wanted me to share MY story. What kind of a freak am I, then? With everything that I've done to myself in the past FIVE YEARS? Everything that's gone through my head?
And on top of that, I feel trapped. My mom is telling me this stuff, that she sees me "spinning around in this sea of hatred" and that I'm "at the bottom of a deep, dark hole" but I can't even trust her to tell the truth. She says stupid stuff to me to mess with me, like giving me a concerned look and saying that I'm losing too much weight and that my face is gaunt... as soon as you left the car after that, my dad turned around and told me not to let you get under my skin because what you were saying wasn't true and you were trying to convince me that I should eat more.
I told you that I can't tell you anything because when you get angry, you use it against me... and you've done so since I first started telling you stuff. And when I let you know that this is WHY I don't tell you anything, you say I'm lying, and you say that I'm making it up, and you tell me that if I ever share this with someone important to me, not to make up stuff... What the actual hell? Why would you lie? What, do you lose your memory when you lose your temper? You think it's my fault I'm like this, but you're the first to say that children are a reflection of their parents. You don't lose your temper nearly as badly as you used to but what about before? I don't want to have kids because I want this cycle to end, and no matter how much you want to drag any kids I may have into this, I refuse to drag them down.
I don't want to eat at all, Mom. I don't really mind because I don't want to live a long life. I don't really mind if my bones bend and break because I'm malnutritioned, because I don't really want to go on anyways. I can't treat you with respect because I don't even respect myself, I'm cold towards people because I'm scared of what will happen if I show emotion to others. I'm terrified. And I'm beyond terrified of what will happen if you take IB away from me. You're putting me back in the chicken cage and letting me peck away at myself until I die, mentally starved. Can't you see that I'm feeding off of myself? Like the snake in the Secret of Kells or whatever?
I'm not sick of wishing I was never born; I'm not sick of being your failure; I'm not sick of waking up and wanting to sink away into the earth, to sink out of this body and fall away into nothing; I'm not sick of wanting to hide myself so no one has to deal with me; and I'm certainly not sick of having these voices in my head, both physical and unreal, whether they are laughing at me or screaming at me that I'm nothing, that I'll never go anywhere and that I should die for my sins. I already told you, and you've already told me that this is part of my personality; this is part of me. But you need to know that it's not my fault I'm like this. I'm not "out to get you." But I guess that's as hard for you to believe as it is for me to believe that you're not "out to get me."
From your messed-up failure of a mentally ill child.
Tch.

:( Cassie...look, I know most of that is to your mother, so I won't delve too deep into this, because you have a right to feel however you feel. But I do have this to say:

1.) Your mother appears to be very short-sighted on this issue. This is not your fault, and it's probably not even hers--maybe her parent did that to her, too. I don't know. Listen to what your dad said. Don't let her get under your skin. You don't deserve to have to feel so bad. It's not your fault. If she can't see that, that is her problem.
2.) ...If you can find a GOOD therapist that will NOT drug you, I think you should go to one. Venting regularly and possibly finding ways to control your emotions would help you. I want to see you get better, and this seems like one of the only options...please, please try to get to one, Cass. Try to ignore all the what ifs about this. If your mom won't get it done, go to your father. Make sure to tell him you don't want drugs, though. (Watch the documentary Generation RX if you haven't already.)
3.) You're very noble for wanting to break the chain. But please, Cassandra, don't look at life like you're waiting for it to end. You're NOT a freak, you're NOT worthless. No matter how bad things get for you, you're still a person, and you can enjoy being alive to a certain extent. You can see color, enjoy music, taste good food (by the way, you HAVE to keep eating... D: please don't ever starve yourself), and be with people that care about you. No matter what your mom says, she loves you. So does your brother and your father and your pets and all of your friends on KP. You may not always see your value, but all those people DO see it. <:^J

I hope you feel better about this soon, Sandy. Please keep me updated. And feel free to come to me if you want advice or need to vent or just have a good laugh. *bear hug*

TheAshWolf 08-23-2012 03:07 PM

?!
 
.......o_o

Is it just me....or did a lot of recent WB posts (on all threads) just...disappear?

avbhabra 08-23-2012 03:37 PM

Bored. Well, not completely, anyways. I'm kinda... lost? no, that's not the right word. Oh, I hate when I can't find the right word for something. I'm in the mood for reading something, actually...

GabiDi 08-23-2012 05:40 PM

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Originally Posted by TheAshWolf (Post 331724)
.......o_o

Is it just me....or did a lot of recent WB posts (on all threads) just...disappear?

Nope. They did indeed.

lvhamsters 08-23-2012 07:04 PM

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Originally Posted by TheAshWolf (Post 331724)
.......o_o

Is it just me....or did a lot of recent WB posts (on all threads) just...disappear?

That's really weird O_O They did.

TheAshWolf 08-23-2012 08:00 PM

I think Perry reset the site. O.o


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