Gigs, you’re right, it’s just dishes. It’s just that I hate doing dishes, which she knows, and it took me at least half an hour to get through all of them. I know I’m being a brat, I just feel mad about little things lately. It’s stupid, I know. I don’t mean to be ungrateful, but my mind has, well, a mind of it’s own right now, and I just can’t control it well.
(Going back and editing at the end of writing this post to say I’m sorry in advance for the mental illness rant that’s coming.)
It’s like, do you ever just feel so irrationally upset or angry and you know it’s irrational but you can’t stop that feeling and you can’t get it under control? It’s like that, but all the time. Honestly I’ve been forgetting my depression meds, and moodiness is something I notice when I forget to take it. I had been taking it perfectly at night to practice for bcps but it would keep me up at night so I started taking vitamins instead at that time. And I just never found another time for it. I feel like a 13 year old again honestly, like the way my head wants me to behave reminds me of how I was as a hormonal bratty middle schooler. It’s awful. It makes me wonder whether that behavior was solely from hormones or whether there were general chemical imbalances as well. It seems that when I stop taking them (never on purpose, just forgetting like an idiot), I don’t really get depressed, I get moody, and my misophonia gets worse. It might be because I’m never off it for a very long time before I realize I’ve been forgetting it and get back on it, but idk.
But what happens is, I get set off very easily. Little things just make me so angry and upset, and certain trigger noises make me super angry and upset as well. The sound of someone typing on a keyboard makes me want to either yell at the person to stop, cry because I can’t escape the sound, or both. Most of the time when a noise is bothering me, it’s an eating sound. My family is somehow the worst. My mom chews with her mouth open and just typing that gave me horrific imagery of her eating, which is not something that should happen and not something that should make me want to cry, but it is. My dad and my sister manage to make everything sound crunchy as well. In dining halls or cafeterias I rarely ever have that problem, maybe because of all the background noise, maybe because my family doesn’t know how to eat like civilized human beings. Could be both. Even thinking about trigger sounds upsets me, it’s so annoying and seems so stupid. When they show people eating on tv shows and they aren’t chewing quietly with their mouth closed, I sometimes need to speed through it because I don’t want to freak out. Once my sister was eating chips in the car and I legit had a panic attack. It’s kinda crazy. I get actual fight or flight responses to those trigger sounds, it’s insane and I hate it. I either get angry or I look for an escape route, and if I’m looking for an escape route and I can’t find one, after a while I end up crying and/or freaking the f*ck out.
Anyway, this likely sounds like me making a mountain out of a molehill, which it is, it 100% is. But when I’m off my meds, I have very little control over it. I just get so angry and/or upset, and I don’t want to feel that way, but it’s hard to stop that feeling. All I can actually do is prevent myself from lashing out at people, which I’m only successful at like 80% of the time. I try to breathe, I try to ignore sounds and block it out, but it’s extremely difficult for me. And then I think “it feels like there’s something wrong with me”, and I have to remind myself that yes, there is something wrong with me, and I know that. Having mental illness isn’t my fault, but not remembering my medications is my fault, and since that’s what I have most control over, I need to do better.
I still feel really mad at myself sometimes because I can’t control it. I am the kind of person who needs to be in control, so not being in control of my own feelings drives me insane. I honestly can’t find the right words to describe how shitty it feels to not have a normal level of control. At the same time, I feel so lucky that I don’t have schizophrenia or something like that, I could have it so much worse. And I’m sure several of you have major depressive disorder/clinical depression but I’m not sure the crazy mood thing is as common. I also feel kinda weird talking about mental illness because when I was in the little chapel choir with like 8 people in it at my college I mentioned depression and the person who ran it (a student) sent out an email saying that discussion about mental illness was making some members uncomfortable and to please refrain from these discussions. I honestly wanted to punch her in the face. It was so obvious she was talking about me, and I never went into detail about my depression or mental illness like I am here, just a very brief mention or two. I quit pretty shortly after. Should’ve known something was wrong with those people when one of them was lying on the floor acting sad and I asked if she was depressed and she was like “we don’t use the D word.” Like, it’s not a dirty word...????
Can you tell I’m still very bitter and angry about that situation?
I hold grudges so bad, I need to let that shit go.
I’m so sorry that this has been such a long selfish post. Anyone who actually reads through all of that rambling mess is a saint, honestly.