a_squared
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Hello everybody, there is something happening with me for more than a year now and I need some more opinions on this.
I am 24, a psychology student, female. I need to be honest, I have a pretty long psychoatric history: I've been diagnosed with BPD and Major Depression, I tried to commit suicide three times, and I was self-injuring for years. In high school I was anorexic (and bulimic afterwards). I've been hospitalised 3 times in a psychiatric institution, been treated with many medicaments, was seeing even a private therapist, but nothing of this helped.
Now I am okay - I am successful at school and a good student. I can speak up my opinions, and stand after what I say; I can take responsibilities for my actions, in other words, no one would ever think that I was a psychiatric patient. I socialise with people well, and I have no problems of meeting new people.
This drastic change (I still feel it is drastic) started a year ago, when I actually saw this woman who is a central news anchor at a TV channel (I won't say now who). As I was really depressed, I allowed myself to fall in love with her (I thought that falling in love at that time would be a nice change, for I was literally dead). At first, I could do with watching a part of the news bulletin, and be happy, later I needed to watch the whole of it, and if I knew there were other information shows that she would host, I would be really sad if something prevented me to watch them; I had also found her blog, where occassionally I would leave comments, and feel happy every time when I saw them published (for some reason I was scared that she won't).
I did send her a card for New Year (last year). A friend of mine told me it was okay. I knew that there was no possibility that I would get an answer from her, but nevertheless, I was constantly checking my mailbox. And then happened something that I didn't realise back then, but I realise it now - I had started to watch the whole news bulletin, paying attention on her words and her facial expression, trying to figure out whether she got my card! I think it's redundant to say that I did find these "signs".
Later, I sent her some poems via e-mail (I sent her many poems by mail, for I know for sure that she likes poetry) and left the link of my blog in the mail. I was tracking the IPs and I wanted to believe for some static IP that it was her, although I never had a good proof that it was her (or wasn't...).
I am not of the people who are feeling unloved; there were people around me these last months who did show interest in me, but I didn't show interest in them. It's like, that I can't love anyone, that is not her. My reason says, those are the things I know: I can't be with her, I will never even meet her or even look in her eyes without the TV mirror in between, I know she has a life, her life, and that she simply can't love me for she doesn't even know me, for her, I don't exist. But I can't fight my emotions and these vain hopes.
Can someone help me please, tell me if this really is erotomania, and what I could do? I don't want to chase her or try to find where she lives in order to abide at her doorstep; truth be told, I know she can't care about me, and I know what a torture it is to be "loved" so obsessively by someone you don't want. How is it treated? What could I do to get over it?
Thank you.
I am 24, a psychology student, female. I need to be honest, I have a pretty long psychoatric history: I've been diagnosed with BPD and Major Depression, I tried to commit suicide three times, and I was self-injuring for years. In high school I was anorexic (and bulimic afterwards). I've been hospitalised 3 times in a psychiatric institution, been treated with many medicaments, was seeing even a private therapist, but nothing of this helped.
Now I am okay - I am successful at school and a good student. I can speak up my opinions, and stand after what I say; I can take responsibilities for my actions, in other words, no one would ever think that I was a psychiatric patient. I socialise with people well, and I have no problems of meeting new people.
This drastic change (I still feel it is drastic) started a year ago, when I actually saw this woman who is a central news anchor at a TV channel (I won't say now who). As I was really depressed, I allowed myself to fall in love with her (I thought that falling in love at that time would be a nice change, for I was literally dead). At first, I could do with watching a part of the news bulletin, and be happy, later I needed to watch the whole of it, and if I knew there were other information shows that she would host, I would be really sad if something prevented me to watch them; I had also found her blog, where occassionally I would leave comments, and feel happy every time when I saw them published (for some reason I was scared that she won't).
I did send her a card for New Year (last year). A friend of mine told me it was okay. I knew that there was no possibility that I would get an answer from her, but nevertheless, I was constantly checking my mailbox. And then happened something that I didn't realise back then, but I realise it now - I had started to watch the whole news bulletin, paying attention on her words and her facial expression, trying to figure out whether she got my card! I think it's redundant to say that I did find these "signs".
Later, I sent her some poems via e-mail (I sent her many poems by mail, for I know for sure that she likes poetry) and left the link of my blog in the mail. I was tracking the IPs and I wanted to believe for some static IP that it was her, although I never had a good proof that it was her (or wasn't...).
I am not of the people who are feeling unloved; there were people around me these last months who did show interest in me, but I didn't show interest in them. It's like, that I can't love anyone, that is not her. My reason says, those are the things I know: I can't be with her, I will never even meet her or even look in her eyes without the TV mirror in between, I know she has a life, her life, and that she simply can't love me for she doesn't even know me, for her, I don't exist. But I can't fight my emotions and these vain hopes.
Can someone help me please, tell me if this really is erotomania, and what I could do? I don't want to chase her or try to find where she lives in order to abide at her doorstep; truth be told, I know she can't care about me, and I know what a torture it is to be "loved" so obsessively by someone you don't want. How is it treated? What could I do to get over it?
Thank you.