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My life has certainly been...interesting recently. For some reason, I'm having an extended breakdown that wasn't triggered by anything, Just...I don't know.
I've been kind of freaking out for the last couple of weeks, crazy mood swings and all that. But Monday, I just lost it. I started tearing my room apart try and clean it. My mom came to help me, but at some point, I just shut down. My chest hurt, and I couldn't breathe. I was freaking out and hyperventilating, but my mom got me to calm down.
Tuesday was awful. Well, the beginning was okay. But then I started my period in the middle of the day (while wearing a skirt, which causes so much more stress), and I didn't have a pad. So I had to go halfway across campus until one of the "convenience" stores finally had one. Well, actually I had to buy a whole fucking pack of 18 of the most uncomfortable pads ever.
And...I'm actually getting upset thinking about this, so I'll sum it up for you: Tuesday was absolute shit.
I feel so pathetic and lame for acting like this. There's nothing really wrong. No one's sick or dying. I'm have money and a job and a family who loves me. I'm just a self-pitying bitch who would just suck it up and stop acting like a little crybaby.
But, today's okay so far. Hopefully this means that life is getting better. I doubt it, but without that hope I'll probably do something drastic.
P.S. Whoever said that writing things down helps is full of shit. I feel so much worse now.
I've been kind of freaking out for the last couple of weeks, crazy mood swings and all that. But Monday, I just lost it. I started tearing my room apart try and clean it. My mom came to help me, but at some point, I just shut down. My chest hurt, and I couldn't breathe. I was freaking out and hyperventilating, but my mom got me to calm down.
Tuesday was awful. Well, the beginning was okay. But then I started my period in the middle of the day (while wearing a skirt, which causes so much more stress), and I didn't have a pad. So I had to go halfway across campus until one of the "convenience" stores finally had one. Well, actually I had to buy a whole fucking pack of 18 of the most uncomfortable pads ever.
And...I'm actually getting upset thinking about this, so I'll sum it up for you: Tuesday was absolute shit.
I feel so pathetic and lame for acting like this. There's nothing really wrong. No one's sick or dying. I'm have money and a job and a family who loves me. I'm just a self-pitying bitch who would just suck it up and stop acting like a little crybaby.
But, today's okay so far. Hopefully this means that life is getting better. I doubt it, but without that hope I'll probably do something drastic.
P.S. Whoever said that writing things down helps is full of shit. I feel so much worse now.