Especially when I start to dissociate, I have a huge problem with keeping myself consistent. One moment, I'm cold and emotionless, and can't care about anyone. I'm emotionally tough. I don't want anyone in my life, and I end any relationships (not just romantic, sometimes also friendships) because they're no longer worth anything to me. I've come a long way on making it so that I procrastinate on cutting people out of my life so that i can get to a different mode where I don't want to lose them. But its still an issue.
Then there's that other side of me, that gets mad at myself for it. Who can't let go. Who always wants to cry and hates being alone. I hate this. especially since lately I've been depressed and numb and just feel like $#%^.
Part of me feels like I'm at the end of my life. As if I'm not going to be alive for much longer. I'm not entirely sure why I feel that way. Maybe its paranoia. Maybe its just fear that I might do something to myself when I get into those modes.
I have to wait for the end of August for my next psychiatrist appointment. The last one she was 15 minutes late till, I could only be there until my time was supposed to be up. Yeah... and she lectures me on being late. No help there. My psychologist just talks to me, but there's no solutions coming from her.
Though I have started to come to terms with the idea that this might be the end. I'm tired of being afraid of what I might end up doing to myself. I've accepted it. Sometimes, people aren't meant for much. I'm just one of those people.
To make me even rosier and happier, I found out I have shingles. That makes me feel so much better! Someone just shoot me!
Though alot of that "feeling like I'm at the end of my life" stuff is paranoia. I'm not even entirely sure what its about.
I officially don't even care about anything anymore. Not even myself. Never did to begin with. Yeah, how's that for consistent? Don't know what to think.