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I am trying to understand whether I am having DP or an alike situation. English is not my mother language. I apologize in advance for my bad narration, bad syntax and typographic errors.
Identification:
Age: 22-23
Gender: male
Status: university student
Location: Greece (Europe)
Comments: never visited a psychitrist of any kind, a neurologist suggested relations with girls
--- Part 1 ---
The objects are empty. The futility of the world is more than obvious. I only want to sit in a chair and do nothing, think nothing; yet this is been presented to be like one of the origins of disapointment/pain. My memory is not exactly friendly, I know that I have things in my memory but they just are not mine. The mind is in silence. Purpose has gone long beafore today.
However, this is not a permanent situation. I tend to laught with things very small and silly. I tend to bring again in my head funy moments. For breaf periods I tend to cry with everything around (I manage to hold it back though, facial expesions help in this).
I suppose I must be a very egoistic personality because I tend to credit myself in fantastic-created (illusion) situations, or alternations of real memories. I think some those illusions are what Americans call "fell sorry for myself".
I am still afraid somethimes to appear in public. My style of walking is effected by this. Sometimes I find it hard to write some alphabet's letters (including English characters, like "S").
I find it somewhat amusing to try to impersonate various characters like polititions, homeless, very old people, assasins, brain-defected people, very rich people, etc.
I always keep track of what I do
what I am doing) like I am designing what I do beafore I do it. I don't know if I can control this.
I have placed some hope at the romance things but, I think it's not a good idea at this time for many reasons.
Hate is involved sometimes, it is like I need to excersise violence but the idea of hitting a person is not acceptable, and the idea of hitting an object like a pillows or a boxing-saque may open doors that are bad to enter (although I had excersised boxing over a pillow and seemed to have a positive effect).
It is not very easy, but so far, noone has managed to understand any of this.
I find it either thrilling to plot miscellangeous stories like: noir, espionage, romance, social.
At the same time, all the privious sound like a sily story/ide (obviously when a "crisis" is over).
It is like some bad periods or bad days or bad hours. After that I can continue things with remarkable release.
When I make short plans (next hours, or one day), purpose comes back,
And there is something else too. Is there something wrong with the light? Is the contrast changing?
Maybe this whole thing is part of a computer addiction. Hmmm... I don't think so. Although I am adicted to compyters, I can overcome the "addiction"-related thoughts when I concentrate into something else; yet it remains in the background remind me it's existance.
Why am I not in a doctor? Many and complex reasons. One of which is that I dont trust them a lot. Other reasons are a lot more complex and I will not mention them (please do not suggest the obvious: go to a doctor, this is the last resort). However, the though of fixing this sometimes becomes exceedingly hopeful.
Is this what they call "half life"? It looks like it, since the "half" part of all things is gone. Is curing automatic after the years are over? I have the sence that this is getting better as I grow up. But maybe it doesn't.
--- Part 2 ---
What predecessed this line was was writen some weeks ago, during one "crisis" was falling back. Later, I changed my mind and never posted it here because I felt better. I am not in a crisis right now, but I am not feeling very well too. Maybe it's comming back. This thing must have become persistent in a gradient way since I was 18/19 (I am now 22-23). But if I try to re-call, I think that it started when I was 14. Maybe it started as another way to understand the world. This other way is no relevant to I call today "what is not right in my day".
Change is good. Sometimes I return to previous states of this and it feels good because it's something new (since it haven't happened for a long time it appears as new, but I still remember that it happened beafore.. or at least I think I remember this).
I wasn't able to find anyone in the chat system. Perhaps someone experienced could give me some advice. I don't think my sittuation is urgent, but if you can answer fast, it would be nice.
This thing must be like a virus, it mutates. The empty-objects is not very frequent during the last 2 years. Now, the most frequent thing is no-purpose. I cannot concentrate to anything. But sometimes I can concentrate, I do not know what is effecting this. It seems that I need to avoid concentraiting to what I am concentraiting, and if I concentrate to the void, it seems that I will definetely fall in. And I do.
Sometimes the origin of sadness is the unable-bility to do things necessary for myself (like studying, or get up from the computer/tv, or stop postponing). Is this a self-destructive personality? I hope not. Most of the times I just get up from what I am doing just to stop this awful feeling. I remember that I couldn't see "Requiem for a Dream" because it was causing me the same awful feeling.
One other effect is that I can't be sure for anything.
I think I remember one important incident. It was in 2001-2002. I was playing pool with friends. And something was no right from the beggining of that day (understand that my memory is not serving as well as I remember it did once). During the pool match, I was waiting for my turn to play, when I suddenly though that when I die, I will cease to exist... Something that could be described as a weave hit me, and the worlds ceased to exist. Maybe that worked as a mechanism to avoid the fear of death.
I also notice some flunctuation. I can recall that a year before, I was talking with a friend and asking him if he has the same thing with me. I was describing a situation like "depressin twice a day" while he was describing me something like "i fell 'down' once a month". I cannot remember what i ment, i just remember discussing this with him.
There is something else too. Lately (3-4 years) I am getting too tired too easy. Is this typical? There are moments that after a great load of tirement (walking for 5 hours in a sum during the day), something happens and I all-of-a-suddent more fresh than I was when I woke up in the morning.
Sudden threat is good, when I actually believe it. I find thilling some military situations (although I am almost sure that my idea of military is completelly wrong), survival situations (mountain, snow, wolves, dears, hunting), or nature-lonelyness situations (me in a wooden little house at the top of a snowy mountain). I think that desperate survival situations where the hero is outnumbered, are something that I like too, and I think that this is why I like an old (1994) game called "Doom 2".
Any contribution is welcome.
PS: the chatroom seems to be empty, is there any IRC channel?
Identification:
Age: 22-23
Gender: male
Status: university student
Location: Greece (Europe)
Comments: never visited a psychitrist of any kind, a neurologist suggested relations with girls
--- Part 1 ---
The objects are empty. The futility of the world is more than obvious. I only want to sit in a chair and do nothing, think nothing; yet this is been presented to be like one of the origins of disapointment/pain. My memory is not exactly friendly, I know that I have things in my memory but they just are not mine. The mind is in silence. Purpose has gone long beafore today.
However, this is not a permanent situation. I tend to laught with things very small and silly. I tend to bring again in my head funy moments. For breaf periods I tend to cry with everything around (I manage to hold it back though, facial expesions help in this).
I suppose I must be a very egoistic personality because I tend to credit myself in fantastic-created (illusion) situations, or alternations of real memories. I think some those illusions are what Americans call "fell sorry for myself".
I am still afraid somethimes to appear in public. My style of walking is effected by this. Sometimes I find it hard to write some alphabet's letters (including English characters, like "S").
I find it somewhat amusing to try to impersonate various characters like polititions, homeless, very old people, assasins, brain-defected people, very rich people, etc.
I always keep track of what I do
I have placed some hope at the romance things but, I think it's not a good idea at this time for many reasons.
Hate is involved sometimes, it is like I need to excersise violence but the idea of hitting a person is not acceptable, and the idea of hitting an object like a pillows or a boxing-saque may open doors that are bad to enter (although I had excersised boxing over a pillow and seemed to have a positive effect).
It is not very easy, but so far, noone has managed to understand any of this.
I find it either thrilling to plot miscellangeous stories like: noir, espionage, romance, social.
At the same time, all the privious sound like a sily story/ide (obviously when a "crisis" is over).
It is like some bad periods or bad days or bad hours. After that I can continue things with remarkable release.
When I make short plans (next hours, or one day), purpose comes back,
And there is something else too. Is there something wrong with the light? Is the contrast changing?
Maybe this whole thing is part of a computer addiction. Hmmm... I don't think so. Although I am adicted to compyters, I can overcome the "addiction"-related thoughts when I concentrate into something else; yet it remains in the background remind me it's existance.
Why am I not in a doctor? Many and complex reasons. One of which is that I dont trust them a lot. Other reasons are a lot more complex and I will not mention them (please do not suggest the obvious: go to a doctor, this is the last resort). However, the though of fixing this sometimes becomes exceedingly hopeful.
Is this what they call "half life"? It looks like it, since the "half" part of all things is gone. Is curing automatic after the years are over? I have the sence that this is getting better as I grow up. But maybe it doesn't.
--- Part 2 ---
What predecessed this line was was writen some weeks ago, during one "crisis" was falling back. Later, I changed my mind and never posted it here because I felt better. I am not in a crisis right now, but I am not feeling very well too. Maybe it's comming back. This thing must have become persistent in a gradient way since I was 18/19 (I am now 22-23). But if I try to re-call, I think that it started when I was 14. Maybe it started as another way to understand the world. This other way is no relevant to I call today "what is not right in my day".
Change is good. Sometimes I return to previous states of this and it feels good because it's something new (since it haven't happened for a long time it appears as new, but I still remember that it happened beafore.. or at least I think I remember this).
I wasn't able to find anyone in the chat system. Perhaps someone experienced could give me some advice. I don't think my sittuation is urgent, but if you can answer fast, it would be nice.
This thing must be like a virus, it mutates. The empty-objects is not very frequent during the last 2 years. Now, the most frequent thing is no-purpose. I cannot concentrate to anything. But sometimes I can concentrate, I do not know what is effecting this. It seems that I need to avoid concentraiting to what I am concentraiting, and if I concentrate to the void, it seems that I will definetely fall in. And I do.
Sometimes the origin of sadness is the unable-bility to do things necessary for myself (like studying, or get up from the computer/tv, or stop postponing). Is this a self-destructive personality? I hope not. Most of the times I just get up from what I am doing just to stop this awful feeling. I remember that I couldn't see "Requiem for a Dream" because it was causing me the same awful feeling.
One other effect is that I can't be sure for anything.
I think I remember one important incident. It was in 2001-2002. I was playing pool with friends. And something was no right from the beggining of that day (understand that my memory is not serving as well as I remember it did once). During the pool match, I was waiting for my turn to play, when I suddenly though that when I die, I will cease to exist... Something that could be described as a weave hit me, and the worlds ceased to exist. Maybe that worked as a mechanism to avoid the fear of death.
I also notice some flunctuation. I can recall that a year before, I was talking with a friend and asking him if he has the same thing with me. I was describing a situation like "depressin twice a day" while he was describing me something like "i fell 'down' once a month". I cannot remember what i ment, i just remember discussing this with him.
There is something else too. Lately (3-4 years) I am getting too tired too easy. Is this typical? There are moments that after a great load of tirement (walking for 5 hours in a sum during the day), something happens and I all-of-a-suddent more fresh than I was when I woke up in the morning.
Sudden threat is good, when I actually believe it. I find thilling some military situations (although I am almost sure that my idea of military is completelly wrong), survival situations (mountain, snow, wolves, dears, hunting), or nature-lonelyness situations (me in a wooden little house at the top of a snowy mountain). I think that desperate survival situations where the hero is outnumbered, are something that I like too, and I think that this is why I like an old (1994) game called "Doom 2".
Any contribution is welcome.
PS: the chatroom seems to be empty, is there any IRC channel?