I am really quite angry today. I had an argument with one of my flatmates, F, yesterday, about a completely trivial issue – her street at home is planning a party for the Royal Wedding and she invited me and our other flatmate, A, to go for the weekend and join in. The problem I have is that the following weekend, my older sister is coming home for a visit (she moved out to Melbourne in January for work) and I want to go and see her – she was mugged at knifepoint on a business-trip to Beijing last week and the whole family is quite shaken – all three of us kids are pretty gung-ho when it comes to travel – we’ve all done quite a bit of ‘0ff-the-beaten-track’ backpacking and aside from the scary time I got stuck on the wrong side of the Cambodia-Thailand border, it’s always been fine, until now. She’s fine, but shaken and needs some TLC. I have so much to do right now in terms of academics, and probably because it’s been such a long week (I’ve been in the hospital everyday either from 8am-6pm, and until 9pm on two days), I’m feeling really stressed out and worried about everything at the moment. I said I might not go to F’s for that weekend afterall as I need the time to get stuff done, and she completely over-reacted, and massively piled on the guilt – yes, it’s just a weekend, but I don’t have that many weekends until everything has to be done and handed in, and it’s my choice anyway. I know she’s excited about the street party, but I need to put my deadlines first, and if it’s a choice between seeing my sister and going to a royalist party, I know which I’m going to chose.
She tried to apologise when I started crying, and I accepted it but told her I needed some space for a bit, leading to her getting cross again and storming out. When I’m angry, I don’t want to be around people, I need to sort my head out, and I really don’t like people in my personal space. I had plans to go for dinner for a friend’s 21st birthday, and after crying for a while, got ready, pulled myself together and had left before she came back. I was angry enough that quite frankly, I felt like seeing how much I could drink before I started to forget, which was not an intelligent idea as I’ve not drank alcohol for months. It feels quite churlish to say that actually, I had a lovely night with friends, drank too much wine, and it felt great, to get that ‘I don’t sodding care’ attitude that drinking gives me, when I’m already feeling grumpy and flippant. It felt great to feel a bit tipsy and slurred, to have a few of those silly conversations you only have when both people are a little bit disinhibited, and feeling that for once, the world slowed down a little. There’s been a lot of times in the last few months when I’ve really felt like saying, ‘shove it’ and going and drinking until I fall asleep – and I’ve never, ever given into it, partly because I don’t have time for hangovers, and also because I refuse usually to ’emotionally drink’ – as a daughter of an alcoholic, I’m all too aware of how slippery the slope it. Last night though, it felt great. Superficial, perhaps, but at least that’s something. And I know I should be ashamed of it, but I feel rebelliously defiant, which is probably not a good thing at all, but right now, I just do not care. No doubt I’ll change my tune in the next few days.
I’m hurt and angry – our other flatmate has ‘sided’ with F (it all seems so juvenile) and neither of them are really talking to me, and I don’t see what I’ve done to be honest – but everytime there’s even a hint of friction between us (which is very rare as usually, they are my best friends), A pulls out the ‘well, as you’re mentally ill, your judgement doesn’t count as much’ card, not overtly, but quite clearly there, and it (really trying not to swear here) completely annoys me. Just because I’ve got depression doesn’t invalidate me. I think I’m slipping again, and I’m getting that familiar feeling of feeling like I’m up against the world, alone, battling against all the med-school politics, and counselling, and placements, and everything else, and I could really do with them being allies at the moment, and not being ridiculous about a stupid party when no one actually cares about the royal wedding anyway. I could do with a few people onside, and at the moment, just feel let down and alone.
Sometimes, I just want to be selfish, and do what I want, or chose, and not have to worry about hurting people’s feelings. Sometimes, I want to be bloody difficult and stubborn, and bad-tempered. Sometimes, I don’t want to be the one sending a text asking if F is ok, I’d rather be throwing the mother of all hissy fits, stamping my feet, shouting at the top of my lungs, and preferably breaking some crockery, if we had any to spare. But being depressed sometimes feels like shackles about me – people in the know just put my moods down to the depression, not down to the fact they’ve actually acted unfairly and riled me up. I can’t win at the moment, I can’t win at all, and I’m so fed up of it. Depression – it tars me with its brush and pulls me down every single day. It clothes me in ire and drowns me in tempestuous waters. It just does not let go.
Sorry about the rant, I’m finishing some studying and am then going for a long run to get rid of some of my angry energy. Hope you’re having a less miffed day than I am.