Lady of Longbourn
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I am in my 2nd semester of college. In my first semester I was hospitalized. I know my warning signs of depression and suicidal ideation. I know what I have to do when it becomes life threatening. I am not afraid to get help if I need it at this point.
I have a few worries that I am headed down that path again and that I can't do anything about it. My T says I shouldn't worry about being hospitalized, as it's a so-what problem and not a what if. Meaning don't worry about it, and if it happens, my health is more important then school.I can get aid again, school will just have to deal. But...
The reason I am getting worried is the signs of the 1st semester are showing up again. Depression, low self- esteem. Pressure and stress. French is becoming a huge stress on me. PTSD causes major memory problems, which I didn't think of when I signed up for French. I thought I could handle it, and intelligent wise, I know I can. I know I can get a decent grade, I just have to study harder to be able to memorize the words. So it's not the work that is getting me down, I can handle that, it's this...
The biggest problem I am facing, is that every time I go into French class, a huge wave of self loathing and fear comes over me. I remember being a child and that deep sadness and shame I felt not being able to know the class material. All the students around me seem to be able to answer my French teacher, and when she calls on me, I am quiet. I don't know. I am blank. I can't even think about French, I just fly back in elamtray school and be treated like I was slow. Every time I go into the class it's a new adventure into the hate I felt for myself as a kid and shame. The biggest part is the PTSD short term memory problems.
So twice a week, I am getting knocked down. All that work I have done in the last few months ( maybe even years) to better mental health is being shot to pieces. Twice a week I have to pick myself up. I isolate for days afterwards. I get angry and irritable. I start showing the signs of depression. I am not taking care of the house and starting not to take care of myself. I am starting to picture myself trying to do my school work from the hospital.
I tired dropping the class, but I missed the deadline and will loose my school aid if I do. I tried changing the class for something else, but I missed that deadline too.
I have no idea what to do. I am not sure how much longer I can keep trying to pick myself up. I am not healthy enough to deal with it right now.
I have a few worries that I am headed down that path again and that I can't do anything about it. My T says I shouldn't worry about being hospitalized, as it's a so-what problem and not a what if. Meaning don't worry about it, and if it happens, my health is more important then school.I can get aid again, school will just have to deal. But...
The reason I am getting worried is the signs of the 1st semester are showing up again. Depression, low self- esteem. Pressure and stress. French is becoming a huge stress on me. PTSD causes major memory problems, which I didn't think of when I signed up for French. I thought I could handle it, and intelligent wise, I know I can. I know I can get a decent grade, I just have to study harder to be able to memorize the words. So it's not the work that is getting me down, I can handle that, it's this...
The biggest problem I am facing, is that every time I go into French class, a huge wave of self loathing and fear comes over me. I remember being a child and that deep sadness and shame I felt not being able to know the class material. All the students around me seem to be able to answer my French teacher, and when she calls on me, I am quiet. I don't know. I am blank. I can't even think about French, I just fly back in elamtray school and be treated like I was slow. Every time I go into the class it's a new adventure into the hate I felt for myself as a kid and shame. The biggest part is the PTSD short term memory problems.
So twice a week, I am getting knocked down. All that work I have done in the last few months ( maybe even years) to better mental health is being shot to pieces. Twice a week I have to pick myself up. I isolate for days afterwards. I get angry and irritable. I start showing the signs of depression. I am not taking care of the house and starting not to take care of myself. I am starting to picture myself trying to do my school work from the hospital.
I tired dropping the class, but I missed the deadline and will loose my school aid if I do. I tried changing the class for something else, but I missed that deadline too.
I have no idea what to do. I am not sure how much longer I can keep trying to pick myself up. I am not healthy enough to deal with it right now.