I've had a melancholic disposition for as long as I can remember, experienced my first real depressive "episode" (lasted 8 months) when I was 16, was prescribed lexapro, been in and out of therapy for years, and while I've mostly found the anxiety manageable in the sense that I could carry out basic human and social functioning, I now feel at an incredible loss for a strong personal, distinct identity I once enjoyed. Over the past few years, I have felt and watched my attention, focus, excitement, and awareness slip away helplessly. I feel I have lost the "mindfulness" that once defined me as an intuitive, creative, and insightful person, and am know instead overwhelmed by confusion, frustration, self-hatred and doubt. I find so much of my energy is unconsciously spent combatting these emotions that feel so wrong and uncomfortable that I have none left for the important stuff, like basic processing of personal experience and exploration of interests. As a result, I find myself in a physically uncomfortable state most times, and feel uncontrollably sick (in so many ways), ashamed, helpless, and furious. I feel as if I have been tricked into living a life not worth my energy. I also feel as If I have lost my memory and fail to register and archive new ones.
I guess I never made a connection between my depression/anxiety and my shoplifting "habit" until very recently (maybe today) but there's probably a correlation. Like I said, in the past, I would do it when the opportunity spontaneously arose, but now I find myself actively seeking occasions on which to do it. For instance, before I might do it if I happened to be in a clothing store but now I will plan to go to the clothing store for the sole reason to take things. I want to make it clear that I do not steal because I have no money. Everything I have stolen I could have bought with my own money. I do not take things I need and could otherwise not have -- I almost always take clothes, makeup, something books but nothing really expensive. At this point I find it almost impossible to go into a store and leave without pocketing something, even if its just a cheap lipstick or something, but its enough to satiate the obsessive urge to take things. I couldn't explain or rationalize why I do it -- while I'm in the store I internally fight with myself but the good part of me can never win and I always give in. At first when I got away with it I was pleased, feeling like I gave myself something I would otherwise never buy, but now I'm at the point where I feel empty but also disgusted and embarrassed that I'm so incapable of controlling my gross habit. I have never told anyone and no one knows the frequency in which I do it or the power it has over me, as I always do it alone. I've never been caught but have perversely hoped on multiple occasions to be stopped as a way to forcefully stop this madness.
I have a few other bad habits related to my anxiety/depression but nothing that hurts anyone other than myself, in other words, I have no other characteristics of a criminal. I don't do this for monetary gain or because I don't have a choice. I think I do it because it momentarily eases my harsh self-criticism and makes me feel like I can become the person I want, with the aid of what I've taken (prettier with makeup, smarter with the books) all for free.
Someone please help me
