Posting in this thread makes me feel... Weird. I mean a lot of you guys have been formally diagnosed, so me moaning about my problems seems off somehow. Not that I didn't try to get a fucking psych evaluation.
When I was a teenager I was convinced I was totally insane, whenever I went to any professionals they just shrugged me off, which was frustrating and I didn't understand why they wouldn't help. They kept referring me to this place called "share" which was utter
bullshit. It was one of those "youth advice" places where anyone could drop in whenever and "talk" to people about their problems. The people who worked there were often people's mums who had spent 6 weeks on some shitty counselling NVQ so they could make a bit of money.
I went in there once asking if they could refer me to a proper doctor about getting an evaluation or something, anything, and their response was "fuck off it's our lunch time come back in a few hours."
I did come back in a few hours, and they told me "to contact my GP" - the one who had referred me there.
I went to my GP about 3-4 times before realising they were full of shit. One of the last times I went it was because of insomnia - I'm sure you guys know how difficult it is for me to sleep. The bastard referred me to share because "in teenagers the leading cause of insomnia is stress and you need someone to talk to."
I have very little faith in this place, I probably did have severe depression but noo because I was teenage they assumed it was just me being angsty.
The more time that passes, the more I start to doubt my self-diagnosis; it's a medical professionals job to pick up on all this shit and if they didn't, then it surely wasn't there.
I tried to kill myself a couple times, once through tablets (cocodamol, I took like 15, made me puke my guts up, made me a bit delirious for a bit, taught me a fucking lesson

), once through hanging. That hurt, a lot. We have a lot of nautical rope in our house and I decided it'd be a good idea to tie it to the curtain rail, that'd be sturdy enough for my weight!
It wasn't, and it was a very surreal moment. Bracing yourself for an eternity of nothing just to come crashing back into reality, really fucking hard like. The curtain rail snapped in two and I fell to the ground. It was the first time I had felt any subconscious will to live, I can't really remember those seconds when I was falling or hit the ground, I just remember being on the floor with rope burn on my neck and a sore arse

. It means that some part of me must have loosened the rope, my innate desire to live took over. And I've messed around with nautical rope a lot, it is not easy to loosen a hangmans noose in such stiff and thick rope. Neither times I went to the hospital, my parents are very much "you don't need to see a doctor unless you're dying" sort of people. Not that they knew about any of this, the broken curtain rail is still up in my room
I think I've gotten over it now though, maybe. It might be just because I self medicate. I gave up trying to be formally diagnosed because it's obvious I'm never gonna find out off medical professionals; I have a theory to what causes it and something to fix it, that's all that matters.
My totally unfounded theory is that I have a problem with seratonin. Like it doesn't get distributed properly or something. Or I'm not producing enough. To be honest the "why" doesn't bother me, knowing how to de with it is the part I focus on.
MDMA makes you overproduce seratonin, which is why there's a euphoria. However people are supposed to crash, as my psychology teacher said it "you burn out all your seratonin and then feel really grumpy."
But it doesn't work like that I don't think. The first time I took MDMA I was being destructive, but I can hands down say it was the only thing that has ever helped. Some may get offended or whatever from my glorification of illegal drugs but I had felt this kinda numb weirdness for as long as I could remember, it left me after I took MDMA. Ocassionally it comes back, but only temporarily, I imagine that's just normal ups and downs and I don't mind that much. Well, if I go longer than 6 months without MDMA it starts to come back, but I dunno, maybe it's just cuz I'm naive, that doesn't seem like that bad a trade.