2010-12-11 22:59:16 UTC
I am a fifteen year old sophomore in high school. I attend a difficult private Catholic school. I suppose that you could call me a far-from-perfect perfectionist. I am one of those people who feel they need to participate in EVERYTHING. When I say everything, I literally mean EVERYTHING. The reason I do so much is because I really want to get into a good college. Only one person from my family has gone on to college, and that’s my older sister. On the surface I make it seem like I have a perfectly balanced life. On the surface, you would think that I am the model teenager every parent dreams of. Well, if you thought that you would be very wrong. Very wrong, indeed.
Like I said, I am not the perfect girl I appear to be. I REALLY need to get help with numerous mental problems. The thing is though, I am too scared. I have never been diagnosed (or sought diagnosis) with a mental disorder. I have never had any medical/ mental problems at all. However, my life has been so rough lately (past three months or so) that I decided to do a lot of research to try to understand what has been going on inside my head. I have been self diagnosing myself with a few connected diseases. I believe that I have depression, anxiety disorder, OCD, and possibly bipolar disorder. I have reason to believe that OCD is the root of my problems. I have had on and off depression and anxiety since I was young. I think that the OCD has been present for a while, but it has just recently gotten worse. On top of that, I have also been suffering with anorexia on and off for a year and a half now.
Lately these problems have become so difficult to live with that I have been having suicidal thoughts on a regular basis. I never get to sleep before 3am because I’m up so late doing homework. When I do find time to work, the disorders make it very difficult to focus on the task as hand. I might feel too depressed or stressed to focus or I will have to go organize or clean stuff in my room so that I don't go mad. Also, when I do my homework everything has to be just right. This means that it takes me probably three times longer than the other students to finish a paper or assignment. My grades have been falling. I only got one B last year and now most of my grades are B's and I'm close to a C in chemistry. I am behind in almost every class. I just failed my first test last week with a 69%. I have panic attacks every few days where I literally feel like something will happen and I will die. I’ve even unintentionally pushed most of my friends out of my life. My greatest wish is to just disappear from the world for a little while and be at peace. I imagine it in my head daily and how wonderful it would be and feel, but it makes me even more depressed when I have to return to reality and realize that those wonderful, peaceful feelings are so unattainable. I am very spiritual, but not even God has been able to help me (not that I’ve really let Him help). I thought that understanding what was wrong with me would help me to get better, but I now realize how stupid I was for having ever even thought this would be true.
I would give anything to get help. I want it more than anything in the whole wide freakin’ universe!Being underage though, I can’t get help without a parent. I can’t tell my mom. I can’t give her the burden of knowing she has a ****** up kid. I was the one in my family that was supposed to turn out normal, unlike the others who either end up knocked up, in jail, on drugs, and living in debt. Besides, my mom has enough to worry about as it is. I can’t add more stress to her life. She’s been battling cancer and the depression from that, is trying to plan her wedding with her new fiancé, is searching for a new job, looking for a new house, and we’re having some money problems. I don’t want her to have to mark on her calendar, “Take daughter to therapy.” That’s a horrible thing for me to do! I don’t want her to think she’s messed up as a mother. And what would everyone think when they found out I was getting seeing a psychologist? I don’t even have time in my life to go get help!
I just don’t know what to do! Should I be selfish and try to get myself some help, but sacrifice my mother's sanity? And I would be humiliated if people started to find out. Do you think I should just wait a little longer and see if things start getting better? I’ve been dealing for awhile, so I supposed it’s got to get better sooner or later. If you think that I should seek help, do you have any advice on how to talk to my mom? Currently I'm too scared to do anything. Posting some of my story here on Yahoo has probably been the biggest step I've made. I've never told anyone any of this before.
Thank you. Even if you are not sure about what I should do, at least you read what I had to say and tried to help. Hopefully this will help ot