I have been going through the most painful situation in my life and have been for about three years and have talked to countless numbers of people and therapists and have come to find out that I have an extremely rare condition called Eratomania which is so rare that you can barely even find much information about it on the internet, I found it by searching under delusional disorders, Eratomania is where you think you have a relationship with an almost complete stranger but in reality they don't love you, I always knew something was wrong with me but all people could say was that I had a crush and that if he dosn't give you the time of the day then forget about him, well I tried to do that but it never worked and now I know that this is an actual condition (very rare condition) but all these well paid psychologists couldn't even figure that out. I had to diagnose myself which really pisses me off because i have spent three years of my life in hell focusing on this person when I could have gotten treatment for this disorder. Now what I want to know how to treat this disorder and what might have caused this nightmare to happen to me. They can tell you to get over your depression, your bi polar or your skitzophrenia or whatever you have but come on guys is it really that easy, I mean thats like having someone tell you to stop being depressed when really you can't help it, and they told me to get over my love obsession but they were to uneducated to realize what a serious matter it really is and how I tried to take my life two times because of it, they say Eratomania exists but the question is how do you treat it?
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