This is a follow up thread to my previous one (www.mumsnet.com/Talk/relationships/2516481-Unrequited-Love-Help), where I talked about an infatuation I have with my university lecturer.
Since I wrote that thread, my mental health has spiralled. My infatuation with my lecturer is as strong as ever. I have talked it through with my counsellor, although she didn't tell me anything I hadn't already told myself. Every time I see him I am so overwhelmed with both desire and what I feel is love, but know is not truly, that it is frankly frightening. I have absolutely no intentions to stalk/harm/cause him upset and discomfort, in any way. Rather, i'm taking out of my anger and frustrations on myself. My anxiety has risen to the extent where I am rarely able to go into the communal kitchen in the accommodation I am in. I eat maybe three small meals a week and along with the excessive amount of painkillers I take, i'm surprised I haven't yet collapsed. I have lost an excessive amount of weight, which is particularly concerning as I was already very slim beforehand. I get frightened looking at myself in the mirror. I've also started cutting up my arms and legs with anything that will possibly do the job. I frequently have very loud and dramatic crying spells and panic attacks, which means my flat mates avoid me like the plague (not that I blame them), as they can obviously hear me through the thin walls.
I want to see my doctor again, but I am not able to before Monday. Very obviously the antidepressants I am on are not working. The only thing that provides me with some happiness is glimpsing and talking to my lecturer, although obviously this is coupled with extreme sadness. I theorise that my infatuation has manifested as a result of my depression/anxiety. I keep a firm grasp on it, although I know it's futile (and that even if I was to be in a relationship with him, it would obviously be extremely unhealthy), because i'm afraid that if I lose this hope, I will lose everything.
I am completely aware that I am obviously very sick, and that maybe deferring my time at university would be wisest. But I do not wish to do this. One, I would be separated from my lecturer (although logically this would be for the best). Two, I am a slightly late started (i'm 21 and in my first year), as mental health issues in the past meant that I completed my A Levels later. The subject I am studying is my passion and I cannot imagine not attend university, and wasting my years doing nothing, while everyone I know carries on with their life. Three, I am, frankly, frightened to go home. I will be at the end of this week for Christmas holidays and even that fills me with fear. I was initially excited for university, one reason being that I was very unhappy with my home life and lonely (despite having friends), and I thought university may rectify this (although obviously it has not). Going home will be cement what I know is true - that I find unhappiness wherever I go. I often feel like I will drift through my life, unable to find happiness. Maybe even that happiness is impossible for me.
I honestly do not know the point of this thread, or what advice i'm looking for. Maybe i'm just looking for sympathy, i'm not sure. But i'm open to any advice anyone might like to give.
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