MaximumFlipFlop
Banned
I really didn't want to post this on the internet, but NeoGAF has some diversity from what I have seen. My college baseball buds definitely aren't the right people to talk to either, so I guess I'll just start it here.
Quick Health Info.
20 years old, will be 21 here in 1 month. Athletic, eat healthy, hit gym 5 days a week.
Mental health - never been somewhere to be diagnosed, but my mother is a manic depressive and bipolar, we have a great relationship and I love her to death.
Just wanted to supply these in case my personal health was in question.
The downward spiral...
This is a mere backstory to what has really affected me.
My life is becoming something I don't understand. Mentally and physically, things just don't feel right. I was a college baseball player, but unfortunately, I got injured. My freshman year (Fall 2010) I was going to pitch for one of the top D1 Jucos in the country, but I failed. I lost my control and my velocity. I mentally broke myself down every time I went out and failed on the field. It killed me inside to see all my potential fading. So that fall, I was cut from the team. Instead of quitting though, I decided to just keep on trekking. I got an offer to play in North Dakota (don't ask where), so I decided to do it.
I transferred at semester and headed up there. The talent in the league was far inferior to what I had just seen at my previous school. Even then, I continued to fail. Late in the season, I developed tendonitis, so I had to stop pitching for the season. So finally the season and school end, so I head back to home to Cali. While I am there, I make the decision to take a year off of baseball and school. I just wanted to mentally reset and reinvigorate my love for the game. I rehabbed and worked my ass off every day. I had something to prove, and I didn't want my Freshman year to be my final sendoff as a baseball player.
So I work my ass off from summer 2011 to summer 2012. In June of this year, I am merely 1 month away from heading back to North Dakota to play again. I just couldn't wait. I know in my heart the hard work was going to pay off, but unfortunately, life threw me a curveball. Merely 2 weeks ahead of my departure time, I tear my rotator cuff. I am devastated. I get the MRI, and the list of things wrong with my shoulder brought me to tears. I can't afford surgery, I can't put myself into that kind of debt. I burn through all my saving for the school year with my doctor visits, MRIs, and other shit I had to do before I left. This resulted in me having to take out student loans just so I could attend school. The financial pressure I have on me is unbearable. And since this all happened so close to the beginning of the school year, I really didn't have the option to change all my plans.
The doctor visits don't go as planned. They say I can try physical therapy, but it probably won't be successful. I have no alternative, I can in no way get surgery. I am basically told I won't be pitching again then, and I saw another doctor to get a different opinion and he said the same thing. I am just left devasted, I am still devasted. I worked so hard my whole life to play baseball, it's what I wanted so bad, and it is just taken away from me in a moment. Not many people can understand what that feels like I think.
Now, the current affair.
So months have passed since the injury, and my shoulder is still messed up. I feel like all this shit I have had to deal with over the past months has led to my current condition. This is where I need you guys to help me figure it out.
I am becoming more and more anti social each day. Every day feels like I am putting on an act. The times when I come across my friends (they're not really my friends, more like acquaintances) I am acting. I'll laugh at stuff I don't find funny, I'll join in conversations just to look like I care. I really hate that I would much rather just sit in a corner in seclusion than eat with others. I feel distanced.
Some mornings I just wake up and don't feel the same. This feeling is becoming more and more frequent as well. I wanna do nothing more than just go to class, eat, and sleep. I feel so tired all the damn time. Some days I 'nap' 3 or more hours on top of class, eating, and exercising. I find so much peace in just laying in bed with headphones in away from people. I'll hate things I really love, and resent people I really like. Sometimes these feelings last for upwards of a week. Then suddenly, I am back to normal.
My anti-social behavior goes so against the grain of who I once was. I used to want to just go out with my friends. I used to love going to parties sober because I could be social without having to drink. I recently turned to alcohol pretty heavily on the weekends. I feel it's the only way for me to get out and be social, and it kills me because I know the alcohol just allows the hallow shell of the person I used to be be filled with my with a falsification of who I really am. The drinking took a turn for the worst 2 weeks ago when I was at a house party, was dealing with stupid shit, and ended up punching a hole though a kids door. I thought the situation was over but the the dad of the house threatened to sue me unless I paid $350 for the door to be replaced. I have stopped drinking since that night. This resulted in me being unable to go home for Thanksgiving now. So now I have to wait another month just to see my family again.
Now I just lock myself in my room on the weekend. I feel at peace alone, and it kills me. The person I was once before is no more. I never contemplate suicide or anything like that, I just feel all the shit I have dealt with these past months, combined with possible mental issues is tearing me apart. I don't know what's wrong with me, and the thoughts of the possibility frighten me.
I am leaving North Dakota at semester, so I only have 1 month left here. The environment here and the people just don't align right with me. Hopefully being in back in Cali, seeing family, and moving to San Diego will allow me to take the steps back to normality again.
Quick Health Info.
20 years old, will be 21 here in 1 month. Athletic, eat healthy, hit gym 5 days a week.
Mental health - never been somewhere to be diagnosed, but my mother is a manic depressive and bipolar, we have a great relationship and I love her to death.
Just wanted to supply these in case my personal health was in question.
The downward spiral...
This is a mere backstory to what has really affected me.
My life is becoming something I don't understand. Mentally and physically, things just don't feel right. I was a college baseball player, but unfortunately, I got injured. My freshman year (Fall 2010) I was going to pitch for one of the top D1 Jucos in the country, but I failed. I lost my control and my velocity. I mentally broke myself down every time I went out and failed on the field. It killed me inside to see all my potential fading. So that fall, I was cut from the team. Instead of quitting though, I decided to just keep on trekking. I got an offer to play in North Dakota (don't ask where), so I decided to do it.
I transferred at semester and headed up there. The talent in the league was far inferior to what I had just seen at my previous school. Even then, I continued to fail. Late in the season, I developed tendonitis, so I had to stop pitching for the season. So finally the season and school end, so I head back to home to Cali. While I am there, I make the decision to take a year off of baseball and school. I just wanted to mentally reset and reinvigorate my love for the game. I rehabbed and worked my ass off every day. I had something to prove, and I didn't want my Freshman year to be my final sendoff as a baseball player.
So I work my ass off from summer 2011 to summer 2012. In June of this year, I am merely 1 month away from heading back to North Dakota to play again. I just couldn't wait. I know in my heart the hard work was going to pay off, but unfortunately, life threw me a curveball. Merely 2 weeks ahead of my departure time, I tear my rotator cuff. I am devastated. I get the MRI, and the list of things wrong with my shoulder brought me to tears. I can't afford surgery, I can't put myself into that kind of debt. I burn through all my saving for the school year with my doctor visits, MRIs, and other shit I had to do before I left. This resulted in me having to take out student loans just so I could attend school. The financial pressure I have on me is unbearable. And since this all happened so close to the beginning of the school year, I really didn't have the option to change all my plans.
The doctor visits don't go as planned. They say I can try physical therapy, but it probably won't be successful. I have no alternative, I can in no way get surgery. I am basically told I won't be pitching again then, and I saw another doctor to get a different opinion and he said the same thing. I am just left devasted, I am still devasted. I worked so hard my whole life to play baseball, it's what I wanted so bad, and it is just taken away from me in a moment. Not many people can understand what that feels like I think.
Now, the current affair.
So months have passed since the injury, and my shoulder is still messed up. I feel like all this shit I have had to deal with over the past months has led to my current condition. This is where I need you guys to help me figure it out.
I am becoming more and more anti social each day. Every day feels like I am putting on an act. The times when I come across my friends (they're not really my friends, more like acquaintances) I am acting. I'll laugh at stuff I don't find funny, I'll join in conversations just to look like I care. I really hate that I would much rather just sit in a corner in seclusion than eat with others. I feel distanced.
Some mornings I just wake up and don't feel the same. This feeling is becoming more and more frequent as well. I wanna do nothing more than just go to class, eat, and sleep. I feel so tired all the damn time. Some days I 'nap' 3 or more hours on top of class, eating, and exercising. I find so much peace in just laying in bed with headphones in away from people. I'll hate things I really love, and resent people I really like. Sometimes these feelings last for upwards of a week. Then suddenly, I am back to normal.
My anti-social behavior goes so against the grain of who I once was. I used to want to just go out with my friends. I used to love going to parties sober because I could be social without having to drink. I recently turned to alcohol pretty heavily on the weekends. I feel it's the only way for me to get out and be social, and it kills me because I know the alcohol just allows the hallow shell of the person I used to be be filled with my with a falsification of who I really am. The drinking took a turn for the worst 2 weeks ago when I was at a house party, was dealing with stupid shit, and ended up punching a hole though a kids door. I thought the situation was over but the the dad of the house threatened to sue me unless I paid $350 for the door to be replaced. I have stopped drinking since that night. This resulted in me being unable to go home for Thanksgiving now. So now I have to wait another month just to see my family again.
Now I just lock myself in my room on the weekend. I feel at peace alone, and it kills me. The person I was once before is no more. I never contemplate suicide or anything like that, I just feel all the shit I have dealt with these past months, combined with possible mental issues is tearing me apart. I don't know what's wrong with me, and the thoughts of the possibility frighten me.
I am leaving North Dakota at semester, so I only have 1 month left here. The environment here and the people just don't align right with me. Hopefully being in back in Cali, seeing family, and moving to San Diego will allow me to take the steps back to normality again.