Hypochondriac

Hi, that's me.  I self-diagnose.  Only not terribly much in the medical sense, although I've done a bit of that this summer too (see, see what summer drives me to???  This is why summers of inactivity cannot, absolutely cannot happen).  But really, back to the point: I've never been professionally diagnosed with depression, but I've come to that diagnosis myself countless times.

Was I right?  I think so.  I know a number of people who agree with me on that matter.  Okay, maybe that's not the best example of where my hypochondriacal (is that even a word?) tendencies fail me.  Maybe a better example would be the sort of thing where I think I'm so massively screwed up.  And maybe I am, because I suck at dealing with social situations (or am I being a hypochondriac in saying that?), and I have trouble trusting people, and I still spend days trying to figure out why I can't stop comparing myself to my ex.

But then again, maybe I'm not.  Everyone has quirks, problems, things that don't seem like they'd make sense to anyone else.  Right?  I don't know how to stop thinking of myself as messed up because I don't know what exactly it means to not be messed up, and from what I see of other people, from the sorts of problems they talk to me about...I don't feel terribly confident in my normalcy.

And I know, there is no such thing as normal.  It's been drilled into my head since I was a child.  But I'm still learning to deal with it, to incorporate that assumption into my life.  Hopefully I'll get better.  I don't know what happens if I don't.