So...
This brain-paralyzing illness, this unforgiving hole in my head that feels as if liquid blank-white snow is smothering and numbing the inside core of it, has been destroying all the life I have in me. My mind is thoughtless and incoherent, and it has been this way for 6 years now. I am going to be entirely honest and say it actually maimed me my entire life, it affecting my actions, affecting my barely-thriving relationships (especially one that has a meaning uncomparable to anything I will ever experience and love), affecting my ability to love without demonic thoughts, and affecting my ambitions... I was unconcious of it when I was a child, but somehow my mind had already registered it was there. I had horrid hallucinations, which I think led to this blankness (I have a different disorder, but my case fits here) I am frightened, though. I really, really am. I cannot function in life when nothing is living in my head. Not even the slightest breath of a thought.. they all just fall into a deep hush right in the middle of existing.
Along with the nothingness there comes a really excruciating pain that feels like there is multiple, huge aching bruises in my head that are clotting up my brain. I cannot think. My head just feels wounded and forces me to lay down even though the pain never stops. And I truly mean it when I say the pain never stops. Ever. I have no relief and everytime I am concious with this world I become shackled with all the hurt. I have no access to my concious thoughts whatsoever. My real thoughts just will not form into something I can work with. Everytime I write something down or speak it all comes unconciously... like these aren't my real worlds and thought patterns. They aren't even close. I would be a whole different person if I was not a slave to the hindering mist that was somehow injected into my skull, and flooded like a chilling-burn into my mind. I am concious but unconcious at the same time. I know I have thoughts, I know they are there, my true brain, but whenever I try to access it I am wracked with hurt. Hurt. That is all it is. And I am forced to sleep again.
Why is this..? I do realize I have always been ashamed of myself, and feel hauntingly childish compared to everyone I have ever met.. like I never developed along with them.. I just feel like I have somehow suppressed my entire being and I cannot ever bring it back. I want to think. I NEED to think. It is not an option. It is hard to go out into the real world and meet friends.. talk to them. I can't talk off the whim when people expect me to.
I will admit that i have been on the verge of tears the past 6 years knowing that I wasn't normal, that I couldn't function like the rest of my friends, and felt sick and small and useless. I feel like I am a waste. What good am I if I cannot do what I love... it is the only thing that keeps me living. My writing. I mean it. I don't think I truly care for anything other than it. But if I can't do it, then.... I don't know...
And what really unnerves me, really slams into me and forces the psychotic anger out of me.. is when people tell me I do not sound like I have messed up cognitive patterns.. and I speak just fine... It may come out normal to them, but it is a real nightmare in my head. It's just a curse. And when I was in the hospital the ringleaders of that wretched place did not understand this problem. They did not even try to identify it even thought on my treatment plan it was stated that I had some sort of mind disorder. So I was thrust into groups and I could not speak... at all.. at all. They thought it was about me being shy. But it is not. I don't speak because I can't think. I am just a prisoner.
And, yes. I am often lost in some kind of fantasy realm but it is buried in a deeply unconcious part of my brain, and I can't even access it either. I am blank. I am just blank from everything. I just feel like a phantom that every single thought passes through. I mean. I wish I had any form of thought, any hallucination, any psychotic rushing thoughts.. just anything but blankness. Anything. I'd rather be detached than live in this solid world with no thought patterns. But somehow I am too strong to float away. I maintain myself rather well and I hate myself for it. I need to slip somehow, slip out of this perfectionistic hide, and then maybe I can find some comfort. I don't know...
I doubt I will get many replies because it is so treacherously long, but... I had it. I really have. I have tried all sorts of medicines. Anxiety medication, anti-depressants, anti-psychotics.. and I am just too darn sensitive. They just hurt me even more. Right now I am on Lamictal, and it isn't aiding me in the least. I don't even know if it stabalizes my mood or not. I feel helpless. I am in pain, deep pain. Does anybody else feel like this..? Have the same problem.. because it is debilitating.....