Okay, well I've not actually been diagnosed with anything, but I do think that I've been suffering from some sort of depression since my early teens, or even slightly before that (my first memory of having suicidal thoughts is from when I was 9). I suspect, after having researched the subject loads, that it could be bipolar II disorder, though I don't really like to self-diagnose. Now that I'm 18 and have pretty much stopped believing that someday I'll fall in love (loneliness was one of the main triggers for my depressiveness), my moods seem to have levelled out a little, but my self-hatred still remains and my dark feelings seem to have been replaced by these bizarre 'detatched' and 'unreal' feelings... I can't really explain it very well. Blegh.
However, it seems that my main problem at the moment is my fear of making an idiot of myself, which, unfortunately, I'm oh-so-good at. It's gotten to the point where I'm panicking about what the hell I'm gonna do after university because I don't want to be working around other people in case I screw up in front of them. I've also become unable to say anything on most online forums because I'm just too scared, since I know I'm more open and talkative online than I am offline as I find it easier to express myself in writing rather than face-to-face, which gives me higher chances of making a fool of myself/upsetting people. (Eww, run-on sentence... >_O; ) I've wondered if this could be avoidant personality disorder, but again, I don't like to self-diagnose.
Another thing is that I can never talk about these things with my friends and family, because I just feel far too guilty to burden them with my depressive rantings (having to put up with me every day is a big enough burden as it is... even I struggle to put up with me every day!), so even if I write about it in my diary, I often find that I'm still miserable, because I want to talk to someone, but I just can't, which obviously doesn't help things. It's guilt and fear that stop me from saying anything... heck, I even felt guilty when I said at the beginning of this post that I've been 'suffering' from some sort of depression, because I don't feel like I've actually been through any 'real' suffering, like rape, torture, etc. I often feel like I'm just some angsty emo little Avril Lavigne clone who should just shut up and get on with it.
Okay, this is becoming kinda rambly and nonsensical... I never was good at essays and the like, heh. But well, do you think that, judging from my poor attempts at explaining my situation, I might possibly have avoidant personality disorder, or is this normal and nothing to worry about? It sure as hell doesn't feel normal, but meh, I'm probably wrong.
Thanks to all those who bother to read all of my wall of nonsense! ^_^;