03/10/2012
I made an appointment to see my physician on the 19th. I have been debating since I made the appointment on how to “play” it. This is likely unnecessary, as I will proceed in exactly the same way I always do: immediately shut down to get through with the least amount of effort and stress.
I took a quiz online today, “Do You Need Therapy.” The answer was, amazingly, no. Perhaps it asked the wrong questions. Or, maybe, I’m just not as fucked up as I think I am.
I’ve been thinking about it, and I don’t think I’m depressed. The only symptoms of depression that I exhibit are feelings of worthlessness and hopelessness, and suicidal ideation. More importantly, there is no impairment in functioning. I am getting straight A’s in school, I shower twice a day, I keep the house clean, and I take care of the pets. All things are under control.
Control.
I am an immensely private person. I have no close relationships, because no one who knew what I was could accept me. I lie to everyone I know, constantly. I lie to myself. I do not even know who I am, below the masks and lies and carefully constructed character. I am a non-person, a fake person, and so I will remain in perpetuity. There is no light at the end of the tunnel, no hope, nothing will change.
Control.
For my efforts, my performance, I get stability. I get the image of family, a facsimile of love, but mostly I get stability. A consistent place to lay my head, a hearth, and with work, maybe a home.
Control.
I’ve thought a thousand thousand times that it would kill me. That I would break under the pressure, fracture and fissure, but I haven’t. I haven’t, and I won’t. I am stronger than I think I am, and I have it all under Control.
So, in 9 days time, when my doctor asks why I’ve come to see him, I will say that I need my prescription renewed, and that is all. There is no depression, no self-mutilation, no personality disorders, unusual phobias, or raging, eternal emptiness. Those things don’t matter, because I have them under control.
“I lie to myself. ” ..makes me think, how truthfully did you answer the quiz.. plus a quiz isn’t a doc, a doc would say you are sick :/. When you go to your doc, just lift up your sleeves, that’ll say everything. “because no one who knew what I was could accept me.” This isn’t true, how many people have you given the chance to know you? And are they really under controlif YOU are suffering internally? !!sfs!!
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