I don't know, maybe rock bottom is an exaggeration, but if it gets any worse than I've been feeling for the past month... I'm not sure I could handle it.
I've been seeing a guy for about six months. I'm not going to call it a relationship because it really wasn't... to be blunt, it was friends with benefits, but because I'm so inexperienced socially I fell for him. He is the first guy I'd ever slept with, eight years older than me, and a psych student. (He's the one that diagnosed me with AVPD initially.) He impressed me at first by not giving up when I ignored him. I hate the phone, but he called anyway. I avoided him, but he found me anyway. And I grew to like him, and then to like him a LOT. We became really good friends. I have this way of picking up the interests of those people that I'm into, so I let him draw me into MMORPGs - City of Heroes, and World of Warcraft. (I'm a sucker for anything that lets me live out someone else's life, so even if I never talk to The Boy again, I don't think I'll stop playing the games.)
So - six months, first lover, I kind of got dependant. I was easy to pretend I was the only person in his life, because the only person I had to 'share' him with lives ten hours away. Except that he'd go visit her on long weekends and university breaks, and apparently she was what he really wanted because a couple of weeks ago he told me first that he'd been sleeping with her, and then a day or two later that he wanted to try a relationship... with her.
I was absolutely gutted. After a week of anxiety to the point of literally not being able to eat a thing without being sick as soon as I thought of him (I actually lost 10 lbs) I went to the counseling center on campus. I'd tried it once before at The Boy's insistance, but I ended up being so nervous and embarrassed that I gave the therapist the impression that things were much better than they really were, so she'd tell me I didn't need to be there. This time I don't think I could have bs'd the lady if I'd tried. I was weak, shaky, a complete mess. I'm not into self-harm, but I had a spot on my wrist that was almost bleeding from nervous fidgeting. I met with her twice that week, once the week after, and then once this week. Sitting here, I can't look back and think of any specific thing she did that made me feel better... but I still felt better when I left her office.
The therapist tried to make me explain what it was that had me so upset. The Boy is kind of a jerk, he's not someone I think I should be with long term, but it's taken me 22 years to find ANYONE that could put up with me and my weirdness, much less someone that actually has things in common with me. I don't think it'll happen again soon. I'm not ugly, I'm not stupid, but I'm also not NORMAL, and I think I'll probably be alone for a long time because of it. I don't want to be alone. On top of that are the 'what if's - the 'what did I do wrong' and 'what does she have that I don't' and 'maybe if I were different, he'd feel more' and those things that are all on endless repeat in the back of my mind.
She sent me to the pharmacy to meet with a doctor, and now I'm on a low dose of Welbutrin three times a day, and hydroxyzine for panic attacks. Though it isn't intended as a sleeping pill (I don't think, anyway), the hydroxyzine knocks me out so I've taken it a coulple of times to get a full night's sleep when my thoughts were keeping me awake.
I'm doing okay right now. The real test will come in January. I let my mental state get in the way of school, and I'm fairly certain that I failed at least one final because of it. I'm at my parents house, spending time with my best friend... but after Christmas I'll have to go back to my apartment near campus, without the comfort of family and my best friend, and back to walking past The Boy's apartment twice a day. I'll have to see him again, maybe talk to him, and just thinking about it makes my stomach twist. I hope that by then the Welbutrin will be kicking in and I'll feel like I have more of a handle on things.