Some background information about myself below, I'll try to keep it short...
Pre-k: Played a lot by myself, often getting in trouble for hiding after recess
Kindergarten: Had one friend of opposite sex, a boy, who later on in elementary I found out he was mentally retarded
2rd Grade: Evaluated because my teacher thought something was wrong with me since I caught onto subjects slow. Then found out I had ADHD, but the type where your mind is racing.
3rd Grade: I was wondering why I was beginning to count things over and over again and thinking if I didn't do things a certain way something bad would happen.
Middle School: I finally felt like I made some real friends, but I soon found out I was the least liked of the group, the one who didn't get invited first or it didn't matter if I wasn't there.
Had really bad facial tics to the point where my teacher asked if I was okay
9th Grade: Accepted into a college prep school. Dressed skimpy to fit in and was vulgar to be liked by guys. Typical teen, blah blah blah
One day I started getting hate mail on myspace (mind you this is back in 2006) from a girl who I thought was my friend from dance class. Then more and more messages from that girl and her friends were piling up. I couldn't believe it at first and started crying and didn't go to school for a couple days. I started getting really weird. I started dabbling a bit, worshiping Satan to numb my pain. This was crazy for me as I was brought up as a Christian.
I soon lost all my friends, they all turned on me one way or another....all because those popular girls didn't like me for some reason which to this day I have no idea? I guess girls just pick what they think is an easy target.
There were countless times when the kids at school pulled stunts. One of them being the guys holding me down and drawing mean things on me with sharpie and the teacher was even laughing. The day when I saw that my locker had been defaced with horrible things written on it and stuck on it, I remember getting heated up, throwing all my books on the ground, grabbing all my belongings and calling my mom to go home.
I never went back.
9th Grade 2nd Smstr: I started attending a Christian school, of course dropping my little projects and I started having faith again. And no it didn't solve my problems, but I felt a bit more comforted.
I still had a hard time making friends at first- until my mom set up some kind of hang out with another girls mom from school.
Things onwards throughout high school until junior year were a bit rocky. I was pretty unstable. I was diagnosed with OCD as well as psychotic depression. I drank a lot. Cut myself. Slept with a lot of guys. Even got raped by an ex who was 4 years older and got a restraining order on him. Very rebellious. Skipped school. Tagged on the bathroom walls. Stole a lot, even to the point of being caught and getting arrested.
Note- I always had this problem of seeing someone that I'm jealous of (girls, mostly my boyfriends ex or ex's girlfriend) and copying them. Even buying the same clothes as them, sometimes talking and acting like them. Saving their pictures. Photoshopping them naked. Even going to their house and taking pictures of their stuff.
College: Always being the artsy person I am, I decided to put my talents to work and become a graphic designer. After a semester I got bored with my boyfriend of 2 years and it made it easier for me to get over him when we broke up because he was verbally abusive and even hit me a couple times.
I started going out. I was good for a long time, never doing anything besides weed. My new boyfriend talked me into taking his adderall. I took it and was talking so fast and felt nice. On top of the world really. Then later than night he took me to my first rave and then an afterhours party where he talked me into doing x with him. Soon I became hooked, always buying drugs from him. Got super skinny and all that.
I noticed I started getting night terrors soon after, or sleep paralysis.
Right before I finished my design program I was in, I overdosed on adderall, sending me to the hospital, feeling incredibly lucky to be alive in my bed the next morning.
Ever since then I've been seeing things. A lot of it is lights that I know can't be real. I have a retail job ATM so when I'm working in a semi-dark fitting room I see circles of lights going up the wall.
A lot of hallucinations are from the corner of my eye.
The most recent one which scared me half to death, I could even feel a palpitation (I have heart problems now) when I was doing my hair. I was at my boyfriends house and as I had my head turned a bit to the door, I saw something come in the room low to the ground. This ugly grey creature, almost like gollum from lord of the rings crawling. It was just for a split second then I saw my boyfriends dog skipping on his merry way into the room wagging his tail at me.
Aditional Info:
I also noticed I'm a bit obsessive. I sometimes go to my boyfriends ex's place of work and take pictures of her while she's working. This is the girl that I copy right now. I even found her house for sale online. Saw her room and decorated mines just like hers. Even buying certain furniture just like hers.
I think my fear is getting caught of my fantasies. I have a boyfriend of 3 years and know he would be appalled with my behavior and obsessions. It's so hard for me to lead a normal life and pretend to be normal. All my life since I was 15 Iied to doctors to get types of medications I wanted (adderall, pain killers, tranquilizers). I'm not sure if I should see a professional now and tell the truth? I'm scared they might call the police and send me to a mental ward
I feel foggy all the time, almost robotic like. I can't even drive because I feel too detached almost all the time.
Apart from being OCD and it's tics that are VERY hard to control sometimes, I'm also really paranoid. I always feel like something/someone is watching me. I also feel like if I don't do things the right way something bad will happen.