Dear Dr. ————*,
Ever since talking on Friday, I thought that things were getting better for me. I realize now that I was too quick to assume I was okay… Over the last few days I have experienced a number of really stressful panic attacks? anxiety attacks? I’m not sure how to describe them. But they have gotten to the point where I was so mentally paralyzed by fear and frustration and confusion I felt like my I didn’t have control over my own body. I did use the methods that you suggested to me, like breathing techniques and the cold pack for my face–and these did help but only temporarily. (Often, the only way I truly calm down is if I step away from my work and like…lie on the ground and shut out the world–which is really depressing sounding but it works.) These feelings have been coming to me in waves every hour or so over the course of this weekend.
I think it has a lot to do with the academic stress I am feeling…and it sometimes makes me want to just forget all of my responsibilities and run away (so to speak). Already, I have been negligent of quite a few things that I was supposed to do or should be doing currently. I feel like I have no excuse for feeling this way but when I consider what I’m feeling, it just feels like a huge cloud of negativity and emptiness. I can’t think or make decisions or rationalize anything other than lying in my bed and trying to escape myself.
I know how I seemed in our session on Friday…heck, even I thought I was doing pretty okay. But that night when I really reflected on myself and my mental state, I realized that I subconsciously delete moments when I am feeling really down from my memory, or somehow dissociate so much from those feelings it is unfathomable that I could even think them in the first place. When I am around my friends or even talking to people about my problems, I almost forget that side of me with all of its self-doubt and periodic panic exists. I haven’t been able to do anything productive in the last almost 48-hours because of suffocating thoughts like “I don’t know” and “I don’t want to think about anything.”
Even this email–I have been working on it since 6:30am this morning when I really began feeling the effects of my frantic anxiety and lack of sleep, (I had stayed up all night trying to finish an assignment I ended up not finishing) wondering whether or not any of this is even real or if I’m just blowing my stress out of proportion. I am scared because I can’t figure out what to do with myself. I can’t figure out what is wrong with me, or even if this is a real problem…and recently I have been thinking about how much I want to sleep.
All of that being said, I am not planning on taking any extreme measures to harm myself, so please do not worry. It has really just been a difficult weekend, and I needed to tell someone before I convince myself that none of this had happened and that I am completely fine.
* Dr’s real name has been removed for privacy reasons
It’s been one hell of a ride. Four years of learning, suffering, surviving. Gearing up for another four? Hell to the yes you’re fucking ready. Ready to take on New York and New Life and New Everything. In one week you’re free of the restraints of adolescence. You’ve become bold and beautiful. Don’t let anything stop you now, fucking get ’em.
In reflection, I’ll remind you. Be soft, speak clearly. Know what you want, pursue everything passionately. Have fear, have humility. Let it guide you to strength and power and happiness. Success is in your grasp.
Much love, Emily
Here’s a reality check. It’s March 29, 00:33, and you’re about five assignments behinds schedule. You’re ready to take a break, from school, from people, from life. But.
You made it through the shittiest fucking months of your life. Made it through trips to California, Las Vegas, and New York (and Carnegie Hall?!). You also made it through five college acceptances. You fucking destroyed whatever shit misconception you had of your self-worth, your confidence. You’re a Barnard woman now.
Much love, Emily
I wear silent headphones to cancel the nothingness with silence. To shut up the chatter of my brain, the wandering of my ears. I place them over my ears to suffocate the spillage of composure. Almost as if, when I remove these silent headphones, my thoughts will dismember and float away.
These silent headphones hold me together. Perhaps the only things that keep me moving onward, forward. Progression has become so difficult these days.
Much love and apathy, Emily
How are you holding up? I hope you’re well, happy, and in a better place than I am now. It is inevitable that I should lose steam, stutter in my footsteps towards what I thought I wanted, I just didn’t know it would be so soon, so painful and confusing.
Everyone so often I find myself doubting my motivation, my future…I find myself incapable of taking steps forward towards that goal. Finishing that homework, organizing those stacks of papers. Being the responsible person I thought I was. But it’s times like these when everything becomes blurry and it feels like I’m moving in slow motion backward, fading into the blackness of the unknown.
I need to learn what it means to be driven, to be disciplined, to have boundaries. Right now, I feel like I’m pieces, lying on the floor, broken and forgotten by my future self. Everything feels heavy and reluctant and painful, every smile, every word, every step.
I’m exaggerating. It’s what I do. But these feelings are just feelings, they will come to pass.
Much love, Emily
I need to get my life in order. I need to sit down and breathe. Deep breaths. I have everything I need to succeed. For the month of August I would like to:
Register for TPYO
Email Mrs. Barcanic
Attend the IB Retreat
Begin working at Kumon (<- buy a white shirt!)
- Go through my bookshelf, reorganize space and throw away extra junk
- Sort through last years school papers
Complete my EE draft
- Donate old books
Finish reading Perfume
Finish the Perfume study guide
Star Trek Beyond, Secret Life of Pets, and Bad Moms, maybe Jason Bourne (?)
- Limit phone usage to 1 hour a day
Sept. 3, 2016 Update: I revisited this post and found that I have gotten through this month! Thankfully I have survived the beginning of school and now the races have begun. I only hope I survive.
I am so afraid of the unknown. The blank page, the beginning. It is as blinding and looming as a 30 foot wave seconds before crashing down. Again, I feel lost and eternally floundering in this existence called life.
Much love and fear, Emily
I am trying, trying to stay on top of my life, my priorities, my wishes. I don’t think I can anymore. I don’t think I can do anything anymore. I don’t think I can do anything anymore. But sometimes I think I can.
And it hurts. It hurts so fucking much. It rips my chest, it weighs down on my bones. I feel heavy and anxious and mindless all at once. I am just barely staying afloat. I am faking it so hard, but I am also deceiving myself into thinking that I can’t, if that even makes sense.
It hurts, and I can’t figure out how to make the wrenching, the aching, the headaches stop. I need order, I need to bring back the side of me that is disciplined and motivated. Where are you? Why is school so close to being here? Where did my minutes, hours, precious years go? I am struggling, and I admit that I need it but I also admit that is fucking hurts.
Much love and pain, Emily
You know that deep, crumbling feeling in your gut? When your soul takes a dive for the worst and next thing you know you’re holding in tears and reconsidering all of your life decisions. This is becoming more common for me, something I feel on the daily basis. I don’t know what to do. My life is so temporary yet so stagnant that I am at a loss for how to live. If that makes any sense…
It’s late, I need sleep. Good night.
Much love, Emily
Currently, I am having regrets. I am rethinking all of the choices I’ve made these past few years…all the dumb and misdirected thoughts I had. I am trying not to let these regrets sway me, but they sure do make me feel more isolated than I’d like to admit.
I hope that I can look back on this and think that I made the right choice one day, but currently I am struggling to accept that is it what it is. I feel like I could have chosen better, been smarter, thought ahead.
Much love and pain, Emily