I’ve been in a weird place, mentally, lately. I should be blogging more about everything on my mind…but as usual, I feel like sometimes it’s just easier to keep it all in. My thoughts get confusing (even more so) when I try to express them.
I started taking Wellbutrin on October 29th. I can’t tell if it’s working. I can’t tell if it’s helping me cope or if I just don’t feel too awful yet because it’s early in the season. The one thing I know for sure is I still have the same thoughts. Thoughts that aren’t necessarily depressing, but they’re there nonetheless. Thoughts that make me feel like I’m crazy.
Okay, so I’m certainly not saying I’m psychic, but I have had thoughts of things happening, possible things. Random thoughts that come to my mind. And then they’re gone. I’ve never documented any of these kinds of thoughts because I even think they’re a little crazy sometimes.
The freshest example I can give is this:
On October 24th, I received a Facebook message, followed by a phone call. I was informed that a good friend of mine, my fiance’s best friend, had killed herself earlier that day. I couldn’t believe it. No one could. I was a complete mess. For so many reasons.
I understand that people kill themselves because they’re in pain, or numb, they believe everyone will go on with their lives, the way everyone always does eventually after someone dies. Their pain is greater than what everyone else will feel when they’re gone. They feel hopeless, or like they’ve tried everything. And this rush of thoughts hit hard when they come, and they seem to last a lifetime, even if they only last for 30 minutes. Imagine how long it must feel having these thoughts for months. I’ve been there. I’ve just never seriously decided to follow through with suicide. So our friend’s death made me look at myself.
I couldn’t stop asking myself,”what if?” I couldn’t stop asking “why?” HOW COULD NO ONE HAVE KNOWN ANYTHING LIKE THIS WAS GOING TO HAPPEN? What did we all miss? I couldn’t, and still can’t, believe I have considered putting my loved ones through what I was feeling as a result of a friend’s suicide.
When I received the news, I lost my shit for a good 20 minutes. I was sad, in disbelief, angry, and felt guilty. After I got off the phone, I sat and thought to myself…I had the random thought pop into my head about six months before this event,”I wonder if she would commit suicide?” HER; specifically. I knew absolutely it was NOT deja vu. Because when the feeling came across me, I knew I was sitting on the opposite side of the room when I had the thought of “would she ever commit suicide?” I’ve never experienced deja vu and felt like the same thing was said/done in a different place. That’s not exactly how deja vu even works; I’ve always been under the impression that when you experience deja vu, you get the feeling that the EXACT same thing was said or done in the EXACT place it “happened”.
Like I said, I’m certainly not saying I’m psychic…I haven’t lost my mind that much (yet). But, I’ve read and seen things that say that people who seem to be able to “predict” events are simply just more intuitive and observant. So I don’t know if that’s what happened in this situation. I know I’m not crazy.
So, after all this, I’m feeling like I should start documenting more of my thoughts. Do I think that documenting my “crazy” thoughts will prevent them from happening? Not really. But at least if I have proof that I had the idea that something would happen, and it happens, I can tell myself,”You knew this was going to happen.”
That being said, let’s begin with a thought I’ve had lately. I have this feeling that either a friend of mine (one specifically) or my younger sister will be killed by their partner. Why would I have this feeling? I can’t explain it. Of course I never wanted this thought to pop into my head…but it did. So here, it’s documented. I can only hope that I will live the rest of my life and never have to refer to this entry as proof that I knew it would happen.
As for thoughts/feelings about myself, I’ve seen myself (in my mind) get into a major car accident. I don’t believe it’ll kill me, but I think I’ll have somewhat significant injuries. I feel like the car will end up on it’s side or on it’s roof. I mostly see it happening on the highway. And no, I’m not having these thoughts because I drive recklessly; I don’t drive recklessly. I can’t tell what kind of car I’m driving in these thoughts.
Now, don’t think I haven’t thought that depression/anxiety play a role in these kinds of thoughts. Like I said, I’m not crazy. I’m not delusional. I’m not paranoid. I’ve mostly been able to tell the difference between something someone (I) would be typically (reasonably) anxious/depressed about and things that make absolutely NO sense to be anxious/depressed about.
I think this is all I’ve got for tonight. I can’t believe I got all that out. Hopefully I can keep it up. I’d also like to start documenting dreams that I have…because they’re interesting and I like dissecting them psychologically 🙂 who doesn’t?