fearofmediocrity
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I'll try not to waste anyone's time here.
None of my family or friends think anything is wrong with me. In fact, I don't think anything is wrong with me, apart from the fact that I fantasise about getting hit by a bus, or my plane dropping out of the sky, or getting shot in a random massacre.
What is normal? Where does normal end and 'in-need-of-help' begin? With all the online depression screening and personality disorder tests available in cyberspace, how do I know if I'm normal (just a cyberchondriac) or really losing my freakin mind?
And how the hell do you get help anyway? It's not like I can just walk into a clinic and say 'hi doc, I think I'm nuts'. Last year I went for a walk-in interview with a uni counsellor and all he said was, in his exact words, "it's time to grow up". He obviously thinks I'm fine.
I don't know. I don't have any real problems. I was never abused. I come from a middle-high income family. I have an overseas education (in Australia, I'm Singaporean). I have things some people never even dream of having and still I hate myself. I don't deserve any of it. I don't even deserve my self-loathing. I read some of the things that people have been through and it's obvious why they feel the way they do, but I have it good, so what gives me the right to hate myself? I don't deserve the life I have, the friends I've made, the family who cares. I don't deserve the food I eat, the bed I sleep in, the clothes I wear. I don't deserve the air I breathe. Not when there are people starving, homeless, uneducated and unloved/uncared for in the world. Not when there are people with real problems. No one asked me if I wanted to be born, no one asks me if I want to live.
So yeah, I'm fine. I'm great. I have every material thing I could ever want. But I don't want anything. I just want to sleep and not have to wake up. Is this normal? And don't tell me I'm just a poor-rich-kid, because I know that all on my own.
None of my family or friends think anything is wrong with me. In fact, I don't think anything is wrong with me, apart from the fact that I fantasise about getting hit by a bus, or my plane dropping out of the sky, or getting shot in a random massacre.
What is normal? Where does normal end and 'in-need-of-help' begin? With all the online depression screening and personality disorder tests available in cyberspace, how do I know if I'm normal (just a cyberchondriac) or really losing my freakin mind?
And how the hell do you get help anyway? It's not like I can just walk into a clinic and say 'hi doc, I think I'm nuts'. Last year I went for a walk-in interview with a uni counsellor and all he said was, in his exact words, "it's time to grow up". He obviously thinks I'm fine.
I don't know. I don't have any real problems. I was never abused. I come from a middle-high income family. I have an overseas education (in Australia, I'm Singaporean). I have things some people never even dream of having and still I hate myself. I don't deserve any of it. I don't even deserve my self-loathing. I read some of the things that people have been through and it's obvious why they feel the way they do, but I have it good, so what gives me the right to hate myself? I don't deserve the life I have, the friends I've made, the family who cares. I don't deserve the food I eat, the bed I sleep in, the clothes I wear. I don't deserve the air I breathe. Not when there are people starving, homeless, uneducated and unloved/uncared for in the world. Not when there are people with real problems. No one asked me if I wanted to be born, no one asks me if I want to live.
So yeah, I'm fine. I'm great. I have every material thing I could ever want. But I don't want anything. I just want to sleep and not have to wake up. Is this normal? And don't tell me I'm just a poor-rich-kid, because I know that all on my own.