I honestly don’t know how to feel at this moment.
Today, I was diagnosed with Bipolar II and borderline personality disorder.
I hate the fact that my symptoms and feelings can be put into a box and categorized by some PhD. I hate the fact that I’m predictable, just like I’ve always thought I was. Predictable, boring, crazy, unlovable. It was all confirmed today.
I know I should be relieved, but I’m overwhelmed. I want to heal so badly from the mental hold that consumes me all the fucking time, yet…I can’t recover from these illnesses. They are chronic and life long. If left untreated, I’m only going to get crazier. I’m going to sink further. I’m going to lose everyone around me. I still don’t know why he stays. Maybe there is some part of me that’s lovable and kind. Sometimes I believe that to be true. Other times I wish I had the guts to just end it all. To free myself from this world, instead of just cutting myself and hoping someone would notice.
After I left the therapist today, I could feel the hypomania coming on. Perhaps it was instigated by the fake sense of caring and concern he provided. Older men have that effect on me. I want them to want me.
I don’t know where the afternoon went, my thoughts are racing far too fast for me to write them all down here. I’ve spent close to $400 today. The therapist isn’t cheap, obviously. And then then I spent another $90 on a facial, $60 at Whole foods and the rest to buy this fucking domain name. Why the hell did I feel the urge to BUY a domain?
I don’t know. I’ve felt the urge to do a lot and I’ve accomplished quite a bit. I wish I was hypomanic all the time. I would be such a pleasant, loving, energetic person.
A part of me wishes I could experience the real thing...mania. I want to know what the next level from here is. I know mania leads to a lot of uncontrollable impulsivity, but I would like to experience it just once. I want to feel so high that I may burst. I want to see where that roller coaster takes me. Maybe I shouldn’t wish for things like that. A part of me wants to be hospitalized and see how that feels. I want other people to be concerned about me. I want them to think about me. To worry about me. I want them to regret all the times they cancelled plans or forgot to text me back.
God, I am so fucked up.