First off, I'm going to have to apologise if this post doesn't make a great deal of sense. I know - I disappear for months, then reappear and post up some entirely random topic just to try and get my head straight.. I apologise for my selfishness, in doing so, since I've not been around to offer advice, guidance or even participate in any conversations here for some time - Yet come here hoping someone can help me all the same.
There's a distinct reason I've not been here, aside from the fact the my Internet is quite shoddy, I just can't trust myself any more. My mind's running rampant, thoughts all over the place. My insomnia is back, and worse than ever, I just can't sleep. When I try to get it under control and manage a decent night's sleep, it only makes my mind worse. I just.. Can't switch off, and I'm finding it increasingly difficult to be motivated about the work I'm supposed to be doing as of late.
I'm having flashbacks to previous times in my life, very vivid and very distinct. My memory's always been good in terms of remembering exactly how I experienced something (be it a place, feeling, information or otherwise) but I feel like I'm just getting.. For want of a better term.. Information overload, lately. My mind's tangled itself in knots, it's full up, and I'm being forced to remember times and places I've not thought about in years.
Apologies for lengthening this post further.. But I feel I have to explain, so that perhaps you can understand what I'm experiencing. I've not had a particularly pleasant life, in particular during my school life, and for a long time I was quite severely depressed. I never told anybody about it, although I think a few suspected, but didn't know the full extent of it. I never sought help, I just tried to cope with it on my own. After 5 years of worsening scenarios I just built up a barrier to it. I hardened to it, and learnt how to supress my inner emotions - How I really felt about something. I just shoved it all in a little box inside my head, locked it up, and forgot about it.
I spent 5 years being bullied, not just physically, but mentally. I harmed myself out of desperation, trying to get help. I asked so many times, and my parents / the teachers knew of the problems.. But no matter what my parents said, the teachers never truly rectified the problems or dealt with the bullies. It was just 'Okay, now shake hands', and they figured it was all over and fixed. It just shattered my self-confidence, and left me shy and stand-offish to others. I spent months of my life cowering away from everybody, skulking off and hiding somewhere because I knew that if I spent my lunch break in school I'd be laughed at. Free of all exageration, I quite literally had the whole school laughing at me on more than one occasion thanks to the acts of my bullies. I spent a long time 'online' during this time, as I felt safer there, and it was also during these times that I 'discovered' Paganism, although I never became serious about it for years. I was just some stupid kid, trying to find a way to protect himself from the people who hurt him. I sought refuge in talking to others who I felt shared the same kind of problems I had, and tried to help them. I met people and shared a great deal of emotions with them. I knew people who ended up dying from self-harm or suicide, because of what I believed to be my fault.. Since I wasn't good enough at helping them. I never shared these emotions to others in 'real life', just to others online, or to myself. It's scenarios like these that I'm reliving now. Every thought, every feeling, every emotion, every last sense. I can feel it all as if it were happening in the present.
Everything that happened during these 5 years lead to me changing who I was in time for moving on to college (We spend 5 years in high school here, then change and move to college). I spent 2 happy years there, largely without problems or worry, and became a more mature and happier person because of it. A bad relationship in the summer before University finished that, leaving me feeling terrible and easily swayed when I started University. I ended up depressed - Deep inside, but not letting people know, just putting on a happy face and being the 'typical student' like everybody else.. Despite hating it. Hating every moment of it, hating the kind of people I was socialising with, and hating what I was doing to my body through drink. I just let myself become completely out of touch with my inner emotions and carried on, for several months, before finally realising what I was doing and quitting University to return home and work. Once again, relying only on myself to fix my own problems. I trust my own mind, as far as this goes. It helped me deal with severe depression in the past, and taught me how to supress horrible emotions so I could just be me and get on with living my life.
I've since changed again. Trying to be the mature person, still, and trying to forget about how I acted back then. That was over two years ago, now, and during these two years I don't think I've ever been happier. I'm with a wonderful girl, I have wonderful friends and I'm enjoying my course and life. Yet, for some reason, my mind's decided to.. Confuse me. When I look within myself, I'm happy. Yet there's still some part of me that's full of all of these negative emotions. I still supress them, now. I'm always the happy one, the calm one, never angry. The only emotions I show are the positive ones, and what little negative ones I do show tend to barely scratch the surface of how I might truly feel inside. I'm in touch with that part of me, but I refuse to let it out.
I'm not even sure why I'm posting this. I most likely sound like a stark raving lunatic

I've been trying to write this message for days. Either here, or elsewhere, or to myself.. Or just write it down on paper.. Or just say it to someone. It seems quite pertinent to me that I end up writing it to a bunch of people scattered all around the world who don't really know me at all

I'm just not sure I can do it. Even writing this is such a step for me. There's so much more inside I just can't get out. I feel like I can't trust my own mind to help me through it this time. I can't trust my own advice, because it's distorted and I don't understand it. I can't simply supress all of this and shove it back in that little box.. I don't want to, more importantly. I can't even clear my mind and focus, or visualise correctly - Something that's always been so natural to me I could do it without a second thought. I try to meditate, and I can't. I try to sleep, and my mind's going at a million miles an hour. I'm thinking about me, about others, about people I don't speak to any more, about people who're now dead, about emotions and experiences I've not thought about in years. Not only that, but all I can feel is absolute disgust, contempt, disdain and disappointment at the person I used to be. I look down on who I was - A sorry excuse for a kid, depressed and desperate. I don't like this.. I need to deal with my past, and come to accept who I was - Even if who I am today doesn't like that.
Dear god this post is long.. Sorry for that.. Haha. Okay.. In an attempt to try and regain my composure, I'm going to end this here. If anybody's managed to read through this.. Don't worry if you don't reply, or don't know what to say. It helps me that I'm even writing this, and posting it for others to see. If you don't manage to read all of this.. Then, again, don't worry. It's not my expectation that anyone'll manage to grind their way through what's ended up becoming a short autobiography of some of the negative experiences of my life haha. It just helps that I've written it..
Thank you - All of you.. Even those of you I don't know who're new

A slightly confused and tired Elem.
(It's now 5:21am.. Youch. I'm up for 9.)