I have done this for the longest time, and it doesn't seem as if I'll be getting out of it any time soon. (Is it bad that I don't want to...?)
It only takes one thing to set it off. And then after that my mind just overflows. Memories, images, thoughts, "woulda coulda shoulda," all these things just flood my mind and there's no staving it off, it just completely overtakes me until I can't control it anymore. And sometimes it's little tiny insignificant things that happened years ago that no sane person would ever remember or care about. But usually it's big things, conceptual things, that I feel and that hurt me. One minute I'm having amazing and awesome visions of the future, and of the world I want to create; the next, I feel utterly useless and inadequate, and I keep spiraling down, down, down into a sea of depression from which there is no escape...
So I withdraw. I leave. I detach. I go hide in my room with the lights out and the shades drawn and the covers over my head, with my headphones in my ears and my music blasting my sorrow. It's the only thing that helps. It's the only way I can cope.
And I make sure no one sees me because the interaction will literally just kill me. I hate people trying to cheer me up and make me feel better. I hate them even bothering me while I'm wallowing amidst my sorrow and despair. I want them to leave me alone, let me hurt in peace, and then move on.
It only takes one thing to set it off. And then after that my mind just overflows. Memories, images, thoughts, "woulda coulda shoulda," all these things just flood my mind and there's no staving it off, it just completely overtakes me until I can't control it anymore. And sometimes it's little tiny insignificant things that happened years ago that no sane person would ever remember or care about. But usually it's big things, conceptual things, that I feel and that hurt me. One minute I'm having amazing and awesome visions of the future, and of the world I want to create; the next, I feel utterly useless and inadequate, and I keep spiraling down, down, down into a sea of depression from which there is no escape...
So I withdraw. I leave. I detach. I go hide in my room with the lights out and the shades drawn and the covers over my head, with my headphones in my ears and my music blasting my sorrow. It's the only thing that helps. It's the only way I can cope.
And I make sure no one sees me because the interaction will literally just kill me. I hate people trying to cheer me up and make me feel better. I hate them even bothering me while I'm wallowing amidst my sorrow and despair. I want them to leave me alone, let me hurt in peace, and then move on.