Unfortunately, I cope very negatively.
Whenever I get set off, I either blow up or break down, sometimes both in succession, but usually I break down. BADLY.
I bottle things up, to the point of Vesuvius-level explosions. I pretend I'm okay (but I'm not good at it) . I try to play peacekeeper, even at my own detriment, especially when I'm uncomfortable. I try to act like everything's fine like the rest of my family seems to do. But once I start sobbing, that's it: Game Over.
I try to hide, no matter where I am, I try to run from whatever's causing the problem (physically, that is; I'll escape into another room if possible). I curl into a ball and try to make myself smaller and smaller, like I'm trying to disappear. I cry to the point I can't breathe, my eyes burn, and my head hurts. I can't stop shaking until I've exhausted myself. All the while, I'm beating myself up, berating myself for "being stupid" and asking "Why am I like this? What's wrong with me?".
Yes, every time I break down, I almost always feel like it's my own fault, for "being stupid" and for letting myself get so bent out of shape over something, no matter whether it's small or serious. It only makes everything worse.
And not only that: I can't let things go. It's basically like I don't know how. I hold grudges for a LONG time, and I have trouble letting things go if they've affected me. The girl who told me over and over that I was going to h*ll in elementary school? Haven't forgotten that OR her name. The hazing I went through in middle school? Oh no, I remember it in vivid detail. Every single last little thing my horrendous ex boyfriend put me through, and how blind I was to it? Still crippled by it two years later. Now mind you, these things were all blow-ups and not break-downs, save the last one (because I'm still beating myself up for not figuring out I was being gaslit sooner).
My breakdowns can be over something small, like a family member raising their voice at me one time. The fights I've had with my brother in the past. Whenever I irritate my mother to the point where she gets set off in turn (I have crippling anxiety, and she's bipolar: it is NOT a good mix when we're both having problems). Someone being snide or making a joke I end up taking too personally.
Tonight, I had a meltdown, because I accidentally ran overtop of my mother while she was trying to speak, and I irritated her to the point where she refused to continue, despite me genuinely wanting to know what she had to say and apologizing. I've noticed I do this; it's like my brain thinks that if I don't blurt out what I need to say in that exact moment, I'll forget it. It's not a good habit, and I don't mean to repeat it. But I broke down, because I felt like a jerk. And it sucked, as she's the one I turn to for help, but I irritated her, so no help there.
...I feel like I've been rambling, and I apologize. I guess I kinda just needed to vent, and I'm sorry I put y'all through that.
Long story short: my mental health causes me to handle certain things in very negative ways. It's gotten to the point whe small things will do it, and i know it's not healthy. I just still don't know how to fix it.
I may have handled this time better, since I just wrote it all down (again, sorry). I've stopped being a blubbering mess Now I think I can get some sleep, cuz I'm too tired to do anything else...