Is it normal to be disturbed by stuff i wrote when i was younger?
Recently, I found something I wrote a few years ago somewhere. I got deeply disturbed by it, as my life has changed completely. I just don't understand how I was in such a dark place. But well, I will show it to you, so that you can tell me if it is normal to overcome such a state of mind:
"For a few years now, something weird has been happening to me. I just feel so empty, as if I didn't have any feelings at all or something.
I am a 19 year old guy. I didn't have a happy childhood, mostly because of my parents (whom I still kind of despise). Yet, I also hated most people that would come close to me, like classmates, teachers or sports colleagues. There was just always a reason or another for it, people had hurt me over and over again through all my life. But it is not as if I never had any friends... I do have a few people that are close to me... But not even them know anything about me. These "closest" friends of mine, don't even know 30% of what is going on with me. In fact, depending on definitions, they aren't "real real friends" to begin with. They are more like close acquaintances.
I had a really dark and tragic past, and after that it was just as if I had progressively lost my feelings. When I was little, I used to cry and laugh about anything. When I became a teenager, I stopped crying, but I would still feel joy every now and then. But right now, it is as if I didn't feel anything at all. Not even normal sadness. I don't even know if this is the so called "depression". Sometimes, I want to "feel" enough to at least be sad and cry sometimes, but I just can't anymore.
I act like a machine: analyzing situations and then faking my emotions accordingly. This at least makes me "fit" around people. Some notice that I am a faker, but I don't even care enough about them to pretend I am not. Better said, I don't trust anyone enough to open up and tell them about my issues. Also, it might sound contradicting, but I don't want to drag people down with me. I don't want people to feel depressed as well because of me or to feel sorry. Most people have a positive mentality, but I think that if they knew me better they would realize that the world isn't nice at all. It is kind of funny actually, I can't feel anything, but I still completely understand how other people would feel in many occasions.
All these things had fucked me up in too many ways. I developed a really strong insomnia since I was 10 years old. This made me lose sanity through time little by little. After 4 years of barely sleeping, I started having hallucinations. I realized that maybe I am schizophrenic, which is currently the issue that gives me the most angst. Right now I don't have hallucinations anymore. The "depressive" state got to its lowest point some time ago. It is as if I already got all the sadness a person is supposed to get through their lives and now I am at the bottom of the ocean. To be honest, it feels as if it was a truly long time since I experienced happiness or sadness. Those feelings just feel unfamiliar right now.
Right now, this is my state. I have no feelings and I have stopped caring about people. I even overcame most of my hate, I simply don't care about what people did or still do to me anymore. Yet, I feel like a burden for this world, I don't feel important and it just seems that my life is ruined. I kind of wish I did something else instead of going through pathetic rituals, like school. It just seems that I am destined to be hollow. Sometimes I feel as if I should get more friends or a girlfriend... but just no one seems interesting or worthy enough, most people appear idiotic in my eyes.
I just don't understand why this is happening to me. Looking at the big picture, my life didn't end up that bad. I have no vices (smoking, drinking, drugs), I am not a party animal. I think I am relatively smart and I don't consider myself ugly either. I have never tried to hurt myself or others. I even have good academic scores and a relatively good financial situation. But I just still feel in a black abyss. Maybe I am just too selfish and ungrateful with life. But well, I can't help it, it is how I feel (or how I don't feel?)."
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