Okay. This probably is going to make me sound like a whiny, naive, idiotic little kid, which is mostly why I’m sort of ‘testing the waters’ here, rather than IRL.
I’m a freshman in college. Far from home. And I’ve been having a sort of hard time, for a whole slew of reasons. Classes are harder than any classes I’ve ever taken. I’m an extremely (to the point of repeated misdiagnoses as social phobia) introverted person, so living in a dorm is tough. I’m finally recovering from a nasty ankle injury that kept me from working out (which is generally how I keep my sanity) for nearly a month. There are also one or two other vaguely-medical things, but nothing serious (basically, things that cause discomfort)*.
But all the stress has been building up. I know I can’t diagnose a psychological disorder myself. I don’t know, maybe I’m depressed or something. Regardless, I’ve been having trouble sleeping just about every night, which adds to the stress. The part that has me freaked out as all hell, though, is this: I’ve been having…not flashbacks, but memories of a sorta traumatic thing that happened when I was 12. It’s stupid and irrational and completely - just stupid, but I can’t figure how to stop thinking about it. I’ve had nightmares about it on and off since it happened six years ago, but never with this frequency, and it’s never plagued my thoughts like this.
I could talk to a psychologist for free on campus, but that’s probably not going to do anything. I saw a psychologist for nearly a year at home before leaving for school to deal with stress, it sorta helped mostly because it got my parents off my back (and no, I never once mentioned this traumatic incident, because it wasn’t bothering me). But I know that, well, obviously, if I go they’ll want me to talk about this thing, and I just…can’t. Also, I’m so afraid that they’ll slap a pat diagnoses on me and try to force me to take drugs. I will not take any sort of drug that fucks up my brain.
So, basically, I’m a completely stressed-out wreck right now, and my normal sanity-saving methods (working out, writing) are failing me. I feel…trapped, and could desperately use any sort of advice. (Also, I can’t talk to my parents about it; they’ll worry and I just can’t talk to them about it.)
*I do what I can about these things, which is basically take a small amount of ibuprofen. It’s a really long-winded and bizarre, vaguely-spiritual thing I have, but I don’t like taking drugs of any sort.