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A quanto pare c'e` un fottio, ma un fottio proprio, di gente che cerca la risposta su Google. Se non tutti, molti atterrano su questa pagina, dove una caterva di commentatori confessa esattamente quel che e` successo, cioe` che hanno scritto la domanda su Google e sono arrivati li`:

http://bipolar.about.com/b/2007/05/23/what-is-wron...

Ma a una rapida occhiata pare che non siano in molti a sbottonarsi piu` di tanto, comprensibilmente dato che spiattellare una propria situazione problematica li` sarebbe imbarazzante per i piu`: cosi`, la stragrande maggioranza dei commenti riporta semplicemente che "si sentono nello stesso modo", ovvero

I am happy, yet, I feel miserable...
I am quite healthy, but I always feel sick...
I sleep enough why am I always tired?
I know I am loved, so why do I feel alone?
What is wrong with me?

parole generiche ma efficaci. Scorrendo ai commenti, si ha la sensazione di trovare una risposta quando si inciampa in questo giovine, che nella sua disperazione decide di aprirsi:

Marc(79)

PLEASE, SOMEONE, ANYONE TAKE THE TIME TO READ THIS. I AM NEEDING HELP.. DESPERATLY.

I did exactly the same.
I also feel exactly the same.
I’m not sure if I have behaviour problems, stress problems or depressed..
I am 15 years old, I also argue and fight with my mum and dad, & I always get into trouble at school.
I feel as if I am doing nothing wrong.

For the last couple of days, my mum has completly blanked me and I no longer feel loved. Not only that, I no longer feel I should be here as I can not find what there is to live for.

I used to be a nice, obedient kid, and all of a sudden I have changed.
I dont know what to do and I am quickly running out of patience.

Just tonight I was really fighting with my dad for getting into trouble during one of my standard grade exams at school.

It all started because I had taken off my school tie and I ended up arguing with one of the senior teachers in the school. She is a really in-your-face type of teacher and I felt like hitting her when she annoyed me. I proved her wrong and then she started on the way I talk. Because I sometimes talk slang.
Anyway, she gave me a punishment exercise and told me, if I didn’t hand it in tommorow,(I am on study leave) I am not getting into the school to sit my next exam. I then told her I wouldn’t be handing it in as its study leave, and she said fine by her.
She foned home and got through to the answering machine as my dad works night shift. She left a message and foned my mums place of work. Where she also got through to the answering machine.
She left a message urging my mum to contact her regarding the situation.
Tonight, after fighting with my dad – when I didn’t think I could feel any lower – she walked into my room to put wet clothes over the radiator and said, “just to let you know I told the teacher I no longer have control over you(me) so I could not make you hand it in(punishment exercise).
Another thing, when I get into trouble in school, I always expect my parents to take my side, or even listen to my side. This never happens and they just go along with what the teacher says.
It is always me who gets the blame for everything. Along with this, my dad is making me feel even more guilty by saying, working nightshift this stress is the last thing he needs. And, he doesn’t know what he did to deserve me.
He has physically thrown he out of the house atleast 3 times.
Tonight he told me to pack my bags and get to fuc*. He must have no idea how degrading this is and I feel their is only one way out.
I could never/ can not bring myself to speak to someone – or even phone childline. I would feel weird if I did.
I fear one day, I will just snap and either do myself, or someone else some damage.
Even my neighbours, the ones who used to take me across the road to the ice cream van no longer take notice of me.
Most of them are pensioners or are nearing it. I think they think I am a NED (chav) because I am a teenager. I don’t even give them cause to believe this as I never wear tracksuits or caps.
I am no longer close to the family who live beside me, the family who used to take me out for the day when I was younger. I can’t bring myself to talk to any of my friends, as none of them I would consider as “best friends” or I could refer to them, or trust and confide in them.
I only met them 4 years ago after I went to a different high school from everyone else in my primary school. I went to one in a different region which my parents chose. I was distraught at this decision, I felt it was the end of the world. Still they didn’t care.

This is the only way I feel I can open up. I KNOW there is something wrong with me but don’t know what.

No, eh?



















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