I've been dealing with some ###$ up thoughts as of late. Constant intrusion, causing me great anxiety and fear. I feel hopeless, I dread the future, I feel alone and am constantly questioning the meaning of my life, the reason behind life, etc. A constant thought of mine is, "Why live if I'm just going to die? What's the point?" This causes me some anxiety to an extent but the thoughts spinning out of control cause me great pain. These thoughts of hurting those around me as "we're all going to die anyways". I wouldn't dream of harming anyone... but these thoughts make me think otherwise.. And then I fight them and tell myself that the best thing to do in life is give others the opportunity to enjoy their time on this earth, not end it for them. It takes me back to movies I've watched... "Rampage" being one of them. I've always been very passionate about conformity, or rather, not wanting to. I feel I'm just a sheep being controlled, that everything is a hoax... that no one is actually out there to help me, they're just there to make my suffering last a little longer... and even in typing this, I know it's not me who think this way... it's that inner "demon" putting all kinds of $#%^ in my head. I've always found it pointless to work a job you hate, to live the "american dream"... I'm just fearful that I'll turn into someone who becomes obsessed with the notion, who needs to "rid" the world, essentially like Alex did in Rampage. I'm assuming this IS only anxiety and depression talking, as I'd never want to act on these things... I suppose I'm just so misguided in life, fearful of the future... that I don't see how it could possibly get any better... I'm scared I'll lose touch with reality and start believing these crazy thoughts.
It's sometimes hard to differentiate between "my" thoughts and those my anxiety causes. And there's so much violence in the media.. I've always adored horror movies, learning about serial killers and irrational mental illnesses until I fell victim, that's when the fear took its toll. I strongly contemplate ending it everyday, if it weren't for decent people reaching out to me, my pets, music and this little spark of hope, I don't know what I'd do... I don't mind dying, I just don't want to hurt anyone around me.
After my cousin committed suicide in January, the notion of mortality smashed me in the face... I was living as if I'd never die, and when I realized it was inevitable and would eventually hit close to home, I lost it.
What do you do to alleviate these thoughts? What can I do to live with a more positive outlook on life? And why the hell am I having an early-life crisis? I'm 24... but I suppose I might as well get it over with now. -___-
I'm only one on medication: Baclofen 20mg 2x/day... perhaps I should consider something else as well.