People who really know me, probably has seen it all the time. I'm not fine, and I haven't been fine. Technically my life has gone forward, I'm starting new studies, and altho it seems like a step backwards, because it's same line of studies I started 8 years ago, this time I will go through it.
My evenings and nights are tough. Too much time to think, and the thoughts aren't always that good. The new school has been stressful, as for me every situation I have to contact new people is. Also the studies are mostly groupwork-related, so the stress probably will stay there. I'm bad at making friends online, and it's even worse IRL. The COVID situation of course also affects the studies, lots of remote studies, although they are trying to do as much of contact study as possible.
One other thing I've noticed (again) in new school, is the fact that I am really massive introvert. I am tired after schooldays, but then again, I don't mind playing together with people even after those. That might also just be because it makes me forget my thoughts. But that also brings a problem: I'm trying to hide my thoughts on games, which leads often to me just getting even deeper in my thoughts, because I don't get gaming company. That also goes with the problem I have with new people. I like playing games with "familiar faces", and that group isn't really too big, so finding play buddies is hard. The games people play now also aren't "my games"; Among Us is the main game to play with friends, and I wouldn't care less about it. That's of course my problem, and so is everything else in this post.
So far, so good; I'm again trying to fix my head, will see how it goes. Therapy might start at start of next year, at earliest, if I feel like I want it. Right now that might be the way to go, because in all honestly, I've been depressed for almost 17 years now, more or less. It has never really gone away, because I've been hiding it with my best effort. People close to me see it through me, but I haven't really wanted to do anything about it. I don't like being sad, I don't like being powerless, I don't like being unproductive. But because I am powerless and unproductive, I can't be arsed to do anything about it. The reason I now went for doctor on my mental health, was the fact I needed medical certificate about it, to get my finances to line. Probably if that wasn't the case, I would have never gone for it. It had been 4 years since last time I went for doctor on mental health stuff, and it's not really a short time. It's been 4 years of trying to act like I was getting better, thinking that I can get back up.
But I'm weak. Or maybe I have just tried to be strong for way too long. Life is going on, and even though it might be tough on my head. Mental health issues leads to other problems too, and I can't afford them. I had blood tests today, I think mainly to test for hypothyroidism. I can't remember if I even have been tested for that before, even though that is pretty normal tests alongside depression. Will see how they come back. It might be a relief if they come back positive for hypothyroidism, because that gives at least one answer.
But before this post gets too long, I just want to say (again) that I am thankful for all my friends I've made over the years, and even tho I have very few people I talk with daily, I know there are plentyful of people who actually care. I don't see it too often, and my deep thoughts get me to feel like there isn't anyone, but genuinely, I know there are. I can't get myself to contact anyone, and therefore people also rarely contact me. Thank you, all of you! I know you are there, I just need to get myself up to talk to you people again.
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