Over Christmas, I had a couple of weeks of, I suppose, hypo/mania. Hardly sleeping at all, having way too much energy, feeling like I was doing everything in fast-forward, thinking I was the funniest person ever, regaling friends and strangers alike with tales of my plans to be the next great world-leader.
After that, I didn't have enough energy.
Since New Year, I haven't really got going. I'm still not sleeping much, of course - that seems like one of the few constants with me -, but I'm spending hour after hour just lying around, trying to be calm and blank and empty because every time I let myself think, it all just piles on top of me and seems insurmountable.
I'm not doing very well at uni. I can't write anymore, I just stare at a blank screen and every idea I have gets cast away before it's fully-formed because I just know it's useless. I keep finding myself half-way to doing something about it, half-way to at least letting somebody know that everything is hideous, but of course, as ever I'm too terrified to actually do it. I keep thinking I should call the mental health advisor, at least just ask for some advice, but I'm scared of the phonecall itself - I don't know what they'll ask, and I can't handle phone conversations that I can't script in my head first - and I'm also kind of scared that they'll just laugh at me and tell me to go away. It's been so long since I actually spoke to anybody about this that thinking about mentioning it now feels like lying, like making excuses.
I don't have any friends at uni anymore. All my friends graduated last year and the people I live with now don't seem to want to know. And my poor attendance (can't get out of bed, can't get out of my room...too scared, too lazy, and every time I miss something, it makes the prospect of going to it the following week even more scary) means that people on my course are never more than acquaintances. I'm trying to keep up with my volunteering, and my job - although that hasn't started yet this term, there's loads of stuff going on over the next few weeks. It's not like any of the people involved in those things are particularly my friends, but I do feel better when I'm doing all that stuff; when I feel like I'm needed and I'm making a difference and I'm not being judged.
I'm finding it difficult to plan for the future, because I'm finding it difficult to believe I even really have a future. Even if I ignore the constant low-level hum of don't bother thinking months ahead, you'll have killed yourself by then, I don't really have any options. I have an application for teacher-training, it's mostly filled in, but I can't decide whether or not to finish it and send it off. There doesn't seem much point, when I feel like I'm going to fail my degree, and even if I do manage to get through that, my references will be terrible and I'm hardly a natural interviewee when I'm depressed, so I don't really stand a chance. But if I don't apply for that then I should be applying for something, I should be making plans. The truth is that even if I pass my degree, I'm probably going to end up living at home on JSA, going to job interviews and constantly being asked, "why was your attendance so poor? Why is your reference so bad? Why did you never go to anything? Why are your grades so pathetic?" then getting home and constantly being asked, "why aren't you getting a job? Why are you unemployable? Was university a complete waste of time? Why did you waste your chances?" And, well, that prospect is depressing in itself.
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