Just a little background: I have been diagnosed with bipolar disorder, and have struggled with suicidal thoughts since I was about 11. </background>
I have always been a very emotional person: I feel things deeply, and they stay with me a long time. But thanks to my good Midwestern upbringing, I have a very difficult time showing my emotions. When I was a kid, I was different from most of the kids in town: I liked reading and other geeky pursuits (I was the only Star Wars fan I knew) and had an extremely hard time making friends. When I finally went to college and moved to an urban area, it was like stepping into a whole new world: there were people who not only read books, but read the same ones that I did! They liked Star Wars! They liked Dune! I began the difficult process of building friendships.
Which brings us to the present day. My current group of friends are people I've known for 7-10 years. I see my core group of friends at least once a week, go to church with several of them, and am godparent to my best friend's first kid. I love my community, and the thought of having these friends leave...well, suffice to say it would pretty much destroy my world. And I've come to realize that in the next 5-10 years, they are all going to leave. They hate the city, and want to move somewhere quieter (a desire I really do not understand: quiet means nothing to DO). In addition to that, my church (where I've been a member for almost 10 years--more than a third of my life) is going through a difficult time, and people are taking sides, and watching the community splinter is breaking my heart.
I'm not coping with this well AT ALL. Every time i think about it, or my friends make a comment about moving, or anything like that, I feel my chest tighten up, and a sharp stabbing pain in my throat as my body shuts down on tears that are trying to come out. One set of friends is moving, and I can't seem to cope with it at all. I do ok in public, but the thought of being left alone again will later reduce me to curling up in a fetal position on my bed, trying to drown out the cacophony of voices in my head that tell me that being alone is what I deserve, what I should expect. I would rather die than be alone like that again, and sometimes I even consider taking those drastic measures.
It all came to a head last night: I was working on a simple project, and got frustrated when I couldn't figure on part of it out. Since I allowed myself to show anger over a trivial thing, it was like poking a hole in a dam, and all of the emotions over the bigger things started to push through, and I ended up having a rather dramatic meltdown. But today, things are back to normal, and I still can't find a way to express the anger, fear, loneliness, and grief that are there. I've tried breaking things, but that just makes me feel horrible later (even if what I broke was useless), wishing I could undo it.
I just don't know how to safely express my emotions, without hurting my friends or damaging property.
I have always been a very emotional person: I feel things deeply, and they stay with me a long time. But thanks to my good Midwestern upbringing, I have a very difficult time showing my emotions. When I was a kid, I was different from most of the kids in town: I liked reading and other geeky pursuits (I was the only Star Wars fan I knew) and had an extremely hard time making friends. When I finally went to college and moved to an urban area, it was like stepping into a whole new world: there were people who not only read books, but read the same ones that I did! They liked Star Wars! They liked Dune! I began the difficult process of building friendships.
Which brings us to the present day. My current group of friends are people I've known for 7-10 years. I see my core group of friends at least once a week, go to church with several of them, and am godparent to my best friend's first kid. I love my community, and the thought of having these friends leave...well, suffice to say it would pretty much destroy my world. And I've come to realize that in the next 5-10 years, they are all going to leave. They hate the city, and want to move somewhere quieter (a desire I really do not understand: quiet means nothing to DO). In addition to that, my church (where I've been a member for almost 10 years--more than a third of my life) is going through a difficult time, and people are taking sides, and watching the community splinter is breaking my heart.
I'm not coping with this well AT ALL. Every time i think about it, or my friends make a comment about moving, or anything like that, I feel my chest tighten up, and a sharp stabbing pain in my throat as my body shuts down on tears that are trying to come out. One set of friends is moving, and I can't seem to cope with it at all. I do ok in public, but the thought of being left alone again will later reduce me to curling up in a fetal position on my bed, trying to drown out the cacophony of voices in my head that tell me that being alone is what I deserve, what I should expect. I would rather die than be alone like that again, and sometimes I even consider taking those drastic measures.
It all came to a head last night: I was working on a simple project, and got frustrated when I couldn't figure on part of it out. Since I allowed myself to show anger over a trivial thing, it was like poking a hole in a dam, and all of the emotions over the bigger things started to push through, and I ended up having a rather dramatic meltdown. But today, things are back to normal, and I still can't find a way to express the anger, fear, loneliness, and grief that are there. I've tried breaking things, but that just makes me feel horrible later (even if what I broke was useless), wishing I could undo it.
I just don't know how to safely express my emotions, without hurting my friends or damaging property.



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