Hey guys, I just wanted to talk to you all about something that happened literally a year ago. I just wanted to talk to you about my reflection of the event, and how I am right now.
For those of you who don't know, at around September 16th last year I saw something on the internet that just wasn't okay. I won't say exactly what it is what I saw, but it was something I should never have watched. Being a huge horror and creepy story fan, I loved watching all kinds of scary YouTube videos. Top Five Urban Legends, Top Ten Scary YouTube Videos, etc. Things led into other things and I ended up watching a video that I should've have. It was a top ten video and it featured a game that would put me into a spiral of depression and fear.
The content was just not okay. I really, REALLY don't want to get into it, but it's just something that should've have been made. If you know what I'm talking about, please don't mention what it is on here please. I can't even say the name of it aloud.
Anyway, since I saw it, be became utterly obsessed with it. I was constantly researching it, trying to get to the bottom of it and finding some kind of answer to it. I never did. And the more I found out, the more I didn't. It got to the point where that's all I ever did.
Then came the panic attacks. I started experiencing severe panic attacks, some I never even knew could possibly exist. I experienced them at work while I was cashier at the time. I was out of breath, sweating, light headed, everything felt like a dream. And the scariest part- I felt like I had to kill myself. I felt like I was going to die. To give an example, whatever this is, this danger I was experiencing was a savage bear about to maul me. And I felt like I had to give myself mercy to save the pain. Luckily I never did anything, but the experience was firetrucking terrifying.
Some of you guys here on the sight have seen my episodes when this first happened. At night I would beg my friends to stay up with me at four in the morning on the phone because I was so damn terrified to go to sleep. I had to sleep with the covers covering me and music playing. I had some nightmares too, although they didn't bother me that much.
I remember just feeling so unsafe... Like there was nothing out to kill me, but I just didn't feel safe in my own home. I didn't want to go to work, I didn't want to do anything. I just layed down in silence, curled up into a little ball on the couch. My parents could definitely tell something was wrong with me, but I never told them what happened.
Anyway, I talked to my therapist about this. This led me to going on antidepressants which I am still on as well as go to other forms of treatment. I did a mental evaluation which diagnosed me with anxiety disorder (something I always had) and PTSD (from past events as well) with some possible OCD. From there I attended over the summer a outpatient program but luckily by that time I was way better than I was months prior. There my doctor believes that I have Aspergers as well.
Anyway, the antidepressants helped me SO much. Although I'm still depressed and 'stuck' in general, in reguards to what happened to me (which I dub September) I am just so, SO much better. There's still scars there, but I can sleep at night fine and honestly it's just a part of the past now.
Since then however I have been very sensitive to scary things. I avoid scary anime, videos, news, and I try to surround myself with rainbows. That is both good and bad, for it makes me ultra sensitive to anything I happen to stumble upon. As of right now though I'm actually starting to watch scary videos like I used to, although I am fearful that I will put myself it's the pit I was in a year ago. Discuss that part if you will, some believe it's best to try to expose oneself into it to heal, or avoid it at all costs. Right now I was watching a video about scary 4chan posts, although honestly I'm kinda regretting that...
Anyway, now that it's been a year, I'm much better. Currently I'm attending an intensive therapy program and I absolutely love my therapist. I'm getting so much help and honestly, what happened to my in September isn't even my focus anymore. I'm talking about my life in general and getting help for my regular problems.
Do I wish it never happened? Well, as horrible as the experience was, hoestly no. It changed me as a person in good and bad ways, but it forced me to get help that I needed in general. It led me to attending this amazing program that is truly helping me to improve my life and understanding myself. Sometimes things happen for a reason no matter how horrible... Somethings things get worse before they get better.
Anyway, I realize that there's just so much horrible stuff in the world, this worse than I can even phatom. But there's good things too. But honestly, just be careful. People are facinated by death and scary things, and if you're not too careful, it can consume you like it consumed me. It's like you're slowly digging yourself a grave that you end up falling in. There were things I saw and read from years ago that never bothered me, but after September it all came back to haunt me like a train of dominoes.
What I'm trying to say is I guess please be careful. Do whatever you want, but somethings things like that turn into poison. Maybe instead of watching that scary movie, watch a funny comedy. Not saying you can't, but sometimes a funny video of puppies and kittens playing can really make you feel good.
Anyway, a lot has happen since last year... And although it definitely left an impact, I'm okay. And it made me realize that no matter how terrible your life is, things get better. When my therapist told me I was going to heal last year when it first happened, I never believed him. But here I am, sitting with my dog near my sister watching SpongeBob and writing this post. Life is really strange, isn't it?
Hey guys, I just wanted to talk to you all about something that happened literally a year ago. I just wanted to talk to you about my reflection of the event, and how I am right now.
For those of you who don't know, at around September 16th last year I saw something on the internet that just wasn't okay. I won't say exactly what it is what I saw, but it was something I should never have watched. Being a huge horror and creepy story fan, I loved watching all kinds of scary YouTube videos. Top Five Urban Legends, Top Ten Scary YouTube Videos, etc. Things led into other things and I ended up watching a video that I should've have. It was a top ten video and it featured a game that would put me into a spiral of depression and fear.
The content was just not okay. I really, REALLY don't want to get into it, but it's just something that should've have been made. If you know what I'm talking about, please don't mention what it is on here please. I can't even say the name of it aloud.
Anyway, since I saw it, be became utterly obsessed with it. I was constantly researching it, trying to get to the bottom of it and finding some kind of answer to it. I never did. And the more I found out, the more I didn't. It got to the point where that's all I ever did.
Then came the panic attacks. I started experiencing severe panic attacks, some I never even knew could possibly exist. I experienced them at work while I was cashier at the time. I was out of breath, sweating, light headed, everything felt like a dream. And the scariest part- I felt like I had to kill myself. I felt like I was going to die. To give an example, whatever this is, this danger I was experiencing was a savage bear about to maul me. And I felt like I had to give myself mercy to save the pain. Luckily I never did anything, but the experience was firetrucking terrifying.
Some of you guys here on the sight have seen my episodes when this first happened. At night I would beg my friends to stay up with me at four in the morning on the phone because I was so damn terrified to go to sleep. I had to sleep with the covers covering me and music playing. I had some nightmares too, although they didn't bother me that much.
I remember just feeling so unsafe... Like there was nothing out to kill me, but I just didn't feel safe in my own home. I didn't want to go to work, I didn't want to do anything. I just layed down in silence, curled up into a little ball on the couch. My parents could definitely tell something was wrong with me, but I never told them what happened.
Anyway, I talked to my therapist about this. This led me to going on antidepressants which I am still on as well as go to other forms of treatment. I did a mental evaluation which diagnosed me with anxiety disorder (something I always had) and PTSD (from past events as well) with some possible OCD. From there I attended over the summer a outpatient program but luckily by that time I was way better than I was months prior. There my doctor believes that I have Aspergers as well.
Anyway, the antidepressants helped me SO much. Although I'm still depressed and 'stuck' in general, in reguards to what happened to me (which I dub September) I am just so, SO much better. There's still scars there, but I can sleep at night fine and honestly it's just a part of the past now.
Since then however I have been very sensitive to scary things. I avoid scary anime, videos, news, and I try to surround myself with rainbows. That is both good and bad, for it makes me ultra sensitive to anything I happen to stumble upon. As of right now though I'm actually starting to watch scary videos like I used to, although I am fearful that I will put myself it's the pit I was in a year ago. Discuss that part if you will, some believe it's best to try to expose oneself into it to heal, or avoid it at all costs. Right now I was watching a video about scary 4chan posts, although honestly I'm kinda regretting that...
Anyway, now that it's been a year, I'm much better. Currently I'm attending an intensive therapy program and I absolutely love my therapist. I'm getting so much help and honestly, what happened to my in September isn't even my focus anymore. I'm talking about my life in general and getting help for my regular problems.
Do I wish it never happened? Well, as horrible as the experience was, hoestly no. It changed me as a person in good and bad ways, but it forced me to get help that I needed in general. It led me to attending this amazing program that is truly helping me to improve my life and understanding myself. Sometimes things happen for a reason no matter how horrible... Somethings things get worse before they get better.
Anyway, I realize that there's just so much horrible stuff in the world, this worse than I can even phatom. But there's good things too. But honestly, just be careful. People are facinated by death and scary things, and if you're not too careful, it can consume you like it consumed me. It's like you're slowly digging yourself a grave that you end up falling in. There were things I saw and read from years ago that never bothered me, but after September it all came back to haunt me like a train of dominoes.
What I'm trying to say is I guess please be careful. Do whatever you want, but somethings things like that turn into poison. Maybe instead of watching that scary movie, watch a funny comedy. Not saying you can't, but sometimes a funny video of puppies and kittens playing can really make you feel good.
Anyway, a lot has happen since last year... And although it definitely left an impact, I'm okay. And it made me realize that no matter how terrible your life is, things get better. When my therapist told me I was going to heal last year when it first happened, I never believed him. But here I am, sitting with my dog near my sister watching SpongeBob and writing this post. Life is really strange, isn't it?