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Well, I'm being kicked out again. I'm being told I exacerbate my roommate's mental illness. FML. I give up. I'm disabled, but haven't got disability yet. I can't work, and I can't seem to keep a place to stay while I'm in the process of getting it. I give up.

That sounds really rough.
I had a brief period at the end of last year where there was a tiny possibility that I could have ended up losing the stability of being on disability due to a new round of mandatory re evaluations and that was super stressful to say the least... but the person who did my evaluation agreed that there's no way I could possibly hold a job.
I can't even imagine having mental and / or physical disabilities and having to worry about not having a roof and a steady income on top of it because that's something I've always had, but I never want to feel the way I felt when I thought I could end up losing it ever again.
You have my sympathies.

Do you have any family members who could help out temporary at least?
Hang in there.
 
Do you have any family members who could help out temporary at least?
Hang in there.

I don't. Most of my immediate family told me to not talk to them for being transgender, or they were being verbally abusive to me about it. The only relatives that live near me told me to never talk to them again.
 
avoided this thread in the past but i'm so exhausted and don't know what to do with my life. this past month has been bad dreams followed by frequent panic attacks. i've woken up in tears not knowing how i handle my family anymore. my only solace was talking to a veteran over 911; it felt like someone actually cared
 
I'm wondering if anyone here has had to deal with the suicide of a parent. My dad had a very sudden and intense illness at the beginning of the year that he was not showing any real progress from beating, and I obviously knew he was demoralized because he isn't married and I was taking care of what he needed. The daily contact showed me that he was a shell of what he used to be, but it never showed me how capable or determined he was to kill himself. I now see a lot of warning signs that I wish I had opened a conversation about, but I also know that that will lead to me blaming myself for what happened. Beyond me being destroyed by this, I'm also very nervous about this really messing my mind up down the road. I was already a very morose person without any tragedy in my life.

What I'm hoping is that I can process this the right way, and not let it destroy me. I don't think I need to see a therapist right now, but I have been self medicating to be able to go to sleep. Just wondering if this is something someone here has had to deal with.
 
The past two weeks, my life has just been a constant stream of dread and anxiety...
All because of my general manager at work.
I can't fucking escape it.
 
I quit my job yesterday. I had a fight with one of my coworkers, not physical, but I couldn't let it go because I'm quite emotional. Started bawling uncontrollably so I decided I just don't belong there anymore. How am I making it a better place if I can't even get along with my coworkers?
 
I didn't mean it like that, sorry. I mean it to mean I have a hard time relating to anyone. I'm so far off the beaten path that whenever I interact with people I feel like I'm from another planet. I've watched my coworkers interact with everyone so fluidly, discussing things like movies. Unfortunately I don't really care about movies, so I have nothing to add to the conversation.

It didn't used to be this hard, but when you put yourself in self-exile for 5-7 years because you saw you really didn't have "friends," it's hard to plug back in I guess. Sigh.

I used to be a social butterfly, but now I'm simply socially awkward.

I can relate to this so much. I'm in the same position, except my "self-exile" was because my old best friend backstabbed me. I wish I could help, for both of us.

I'm in therapy... but the suggestion is always the same "go out more". Which I try, I really do. But it's always the same result. I always encounter a clique that isn't looking for new people and awkwardness just makes it worse.

All I can suggest is trying to pull on what made you a social butterfly in the past and put yourself out there.
 
I can relate to this so much. I'm in the same position, except my "self-exile" was because my old best friend backstabbed me. I wish I could help, for both of us.

I'm in therapy... but the suggestion is always the same "go out more". Which I try, I really do. But it's always the same result. I always encounter a clique that isn't looking for new people and awkwardness just makes it worse.

All I can suggest is trying to pull on what made you a social butterfly in the past and put yourself out there.

Funny you mention backstabbing because that IS the reason I left too, I just try not to voice it.

I'm seeing a psychologist for my emotional issues, but clearly it didn't work all that great if I just quit.

What made me a social butterfly before was to focus on whatever I was doing at the time, friends just sorta happened. Not sure what that is anymore though.
 
I'm seeing a psychologist for my emotional issues, but clearly it didn't work all that great if I just quit.

Don't be too hard on yourself about it. I once did the same. Work is tough enough to have have other stress being pressed on you. Probably not the greatest of decisions but sometimes you just gotta do you. For what its worth I'm much happier now, employment wise. So it worked out so far. Hopefully things work out similar for you.
 
Can anyone point me in the direction of where to start with anxiety problems?

About five years ago I saw a cognitive behavioral therapist for the issues (incessant guilt, constant worrying; think Woody Allen), but I don't feel like I really made much progress. A lot of my issues "went away" for a few years, but now at 25 I'm having the worst anxiety in my life to the point that it is affecting my work. I could barely concentrate today and got hardly anything done. I knew exactly what I needed to get done but the thought of even starting just overwhelmed the hell out of me.

My employer offers mental health benefits so I am probably going to explore those options, but I figured that GAF might have some places to start.

Much love and appreciation.
 
I dunno why I haven't posted in this thread until now but I figured might as well now. I've never been officially diagnosed with any mental illnesses mainly because I've never made any appointments ever, or ever been treated for anything possibly in early childhood. Mainly due to social anxiety and lack of transportation I really haven't been able to schedule any appointments either and at the point I'm at now I really just ask myself "why bother anymore?"

There's more I could type down, but my attention keeps getting drawn away from this and I can't focus much at the moment so yeah. I dunno, just needed to vent a bit I guess?
 
I need to vent about a friend going through her 4th manic episode in 6 years, maybe get some advice, but really just need to vent, sense the person I normally vent to is the person I'm venting about.

My room mate and best friend, a single mother who is normally very capable and responsible, stopped taking her medication and now she's manic. She was diagnosed bipolar a few years ago, she's supposed to take Zyprexa. She's also taking Adderall to treat her hypersonmia. Apparently she stopped taking the Zyprexa a couple months ago and kept taking the Adderall. Pretty frustrated that she stopped, as she knows taking the Adderall with out anything to counter it is what sent her to mania the last 3 times.

It's so hard to see her in the state. She's normally such a great mom, but when this happens all the structure she's built into her son's life is destroyed. She's spending all her money, running up her credit cards, and quit her job. I'm planning on paying rent on my own. She made up a story about her being a nanny for a friend, didn't buy it for a second.

I actually managed to get her into the ER for psych eval fairly early, before much damage was done, but they let her out after 48 hours, saying there wasn't enough to hold her against her will. When she got out she was a little loopy, but doing much better than before the ER. She was willing to restart her medication minus the Adderall and she was good for a couple days. Then she started smoking marijuana, I've seen her smoke MJ a bunch of times, but this time it changed her immediately. I asked her to stop smoking for a while but she refused. Couple days later she stopped taking her meds again.

I got her son over to his grandma's and he's staying there now. No one has heard from my friend for past 24 hours, no idea where she is and her phone is off/dead. I'm pretty worried about her, but at the same time it's been nice not having her in the house. When she gets into these episodes, I become her enemy because I'm telling her she needs help, so we don't get along well. Her son was pretty young during her first episodes, but he does remember the last because she missed Christmas and he knows it's happening again. I feel horrible for him, but thankfully his mom's parenting was solid while she was sane, so he's handling everything about as well as a 10 year old can.

I've skipped over a ton of details, did not even mention the other 3 times this has happened which were even more dramatic and stressful than this one. I'm getting better at dealing with it, I guess, but I'm also at my wits end with this friendship. I've been to hell and back with her, not many people visit their friend everyday in the mental hospital. It's affecting me a lot, when I get stressed my apatite tanks, I'm losing weight, and I'm already skinny. Almost impossible to focus on work while this is happening.

If I did not develop a close relationship with her son, I would've been gone a long time ago. When she pops out of this one, I need to have a talk with her and if she won't take her mental health seriously then I'm hitting the road. It'll be the first time in my life with out some kind of best friend (32 years old), but the amount of stress I've put up with for this friendship is starting to far outweigh the good.

If you've made it this far, thank you for taking the time to read this.

When I read this its impossible for me not to think that there's something locked away in her mind that's tearing her apart. A narration that wants to be expelled. From one view the manic episode gives the appearance of a person falling apart. From another the manic episode is viewed as the facade shattering and the truth swelling to the surface.
 
damn, worst fears being realized. I thought I was getting better thanks to my CBT classes every week, but now that they've been over for about a month I've been feeling like absolute shit lately. sucks. can't even focus at work right now. I just want to sleep and do nothing.
 
I hate myself. I quit my job because I wanted to make the place better for everyone. I was the problem, I can't handle my emotions. I quit the job I loved, now I have nothing again.
 
Think I'm destined to fail.

Can't find work, a roof over my head, and meds that give shitty side effects.

Just can't make anything work and feel like all my friends abandoned me.
 
Think I'm destined to fail.

Can't find work, a roof over my head, and meds that give shitty side effects.

Just can't make anything work and feel like all my friends abandoned me.
Same. Really in a bad spot. Except a friend actually booked me from everything.
 
Milestone birthday in 2 days and I've never been sadder. I don't care if people remember or not. I just feel so old and worthless. My good years are behind me and I've accomplished nothing.
 
Today's the third "anniversary" of the worst day of my life. The day everything began falling apart. I've been feeling angry, having nightmares, uneasy nights and trouble sleeping lately. It kinda feels like build up to this day. Though I'm basically venting right now, as while I don't feel good, I don't feel absolutely horrible either. Generally, I'm still pretty lucky, as I have basic securities in life, so I can be thankful for that.
 
Out of curiosity, what does the suicide hotline say to you when you call? Like, what does the conversation consist of?

Do they trace your number or report you to the police?
 
Got hit by my OCD hard yesterday. Things have been near perfect for a little over a month (as in almost zero manifestion of obsession or stress), and as such, my dip yesterday had me feeling like I took a sledgehammer to the head. My emotions were all over the place. I felt really frustrated and angry. I feel like my nerves are totally burnt out in general. That said, I feel a lot better today. What's important is just getting out as quickly as possible.

Stay strong all.
 
Out of curiosity, what does the suicide hotline say to you when you call? Like, what does the conversation consist of?

Do they trace your number or report you to the police?

From time to time, they do contact the police and trace your call, but that only happens if you are in clear and present danger, as far as I know. Most of the time, if they feel like it warrants it, they will ask your permission before contacting the police.

As to how the calls go, I wouldn't worry to much about that. They're there to help you, use them if you need it!

Stay strong, man.
 
From time to time, they do contact the police and trace your call, but that only happens if you are in clear and present danger, as far as I know. Most of the time, if they feel like it warrants it, they will ask your permission before contacting the police.

As to how the calls go, I wouldn't worry to much about that. They're there to help you, use them if you need it!

Stay strong, man.
Thank you for the concern, but fortunately I haven't reached this stage yet. However, I feel like I've seen a lot of suicide threads lately and everyone suggests to call the hotline, and I've been curious as to how that process works. It doesn't seem like a stranger on the phone could help someone in a meaningful way.
 
The one time I try to call and set up an appt with a psychologist their offices have moved. :T I give myself too much mental anguish over such a simple task.
 
My birthday was a few days ago, I turned 23, I woke up feeling sad because I feel shit every year since I got sick and then to top it off, besides my GF and family I only had 1 friend say happy birthday to me, a few years ago when I was still able to leave my house my friends would have bombarded me with texts, phone calls, visits and whatever else because they knew I would have thrown a party or whatever, but now I'm sick it's just like 'fuck that guy, he provides us with nothing' so it made me question if we were ever really friends or if they all just used me because I was able to drive them around and get alcohol or drugs or whatever else they wanted.

So I was pretty suicidal and upset all day, had a huge fight with my mother because of it all, then finally it was night time and I started to calm down (plus I took valium to calm down as well) and I lay in bed it's about 11PM and I start reading a book and I was going to fall asleep, next fucking second my father who was an abusive drunk while growing up and probably the cause of me being as fucked up as I am right now, he sends me this suicide note, on my fucking birthday, when he knew I had a bad day he sends me a fucking suicide note via text in the middle of the night, like I really don't care if this guy dies, he deserves to die to be completely honest, but on my birthday he chooses me to be the last fucking person to send a message to when he knows I'm holding on to my life by a thread as it is, he always just wants to centre the attention back on himself he has forever.

I wrote back to him even though I knew he wouldn't actually kill himself because this was the 50th time he has pulled this crap for attention but just in case I wanted to make sure I replied to the guy if he finally did it, but then I find out he went home to my mother at 4am anyway and never did shit, so when I woke up the next day I wrote him a long text telling him pretty much that I am an adult now and that I refuse to let him mentally fuck with me like he used to, I told him he needs to stop drinking and I blocked his number, I will never speak to him again.

Either way, I've had a terrible last few days all because I turned 23, and to make it worse my mother has such bad Stockholm syndrome she is going on a vacation with the asshole this weekend despite what he just did to me on my birthday, she lets him get away with everything and enables him, that's why he continued to cheat, abuse, drink, take drugs and be violent when we were kids, because he never ever got repercussions from her.

Sorry if this is in incomprehensible rant, I just feel sad and vented my thoughts.
 
My birthday was a few days ago, I turned 23, I woke up feeling sad because I feel shit every year since I got sick and then to top it off, besides my GF and family I only had 1 friend say happy birthday to me, a few years ago when I was still able to leave my house my friends would have bombarded me with texts, phone calls, visits and whatever else because they knew I would have thrown a party or whatever, but now I'm sick it's just like 'fuck that guy, he provides us with nothing' so it made me question if we were ever really friends or if they all just used me because I was able to drive them around and get alcohol or drugs or whatever else they wanted.

So I was pretty suicidal and upset all day, had a huge fight with my mother because of it all, then finally it was night time and I started to calm down (plus I took valium to calm down as well) and I lay in bed it's about 11PM and I start reading a book and I was going to fall asleep, next fucking second my father who was an abusive drunk while growing up and probably the cause of me being as fucked up as I am right now, he sends me this suicide note, on my fucking birthday, when he knew I had a bad day he sends me a fucking suicide note via text in the middle of the night, like I really don't care if this guy dies, he deserves to die to be completely honest, but on my birthday he chooses me to be the last fucking person to send a message to when he knows I'm holding on to my life by a thread as it is, he always just wants to centre the attention back on himself he has forever.

I wrote back to him even though I knew he wouldn't actually kill himself because this was the 50th time he has pulled this crap for attention but just in case I wanted to make sure I replied to the guy if he finally did it, but then I find out he went home to my mother at 4am anyway and never did shit, so when I woke up the next day I wrote him a long text telling him pretty much that I am an adult now and that I refuse to let him mentally fuck with me like he used to, I told him he needs to stop drinking and I blocked his number, I will never speak to him again.

Either way, I've had a terrible last few days all because I turned 23, and to make it worse my mother has such bad Stockholm syndrome she is going on a vacation with the asshole this weekend despite what he just did to me on my birthday, she lets him get away with everything and enables him, that's why he continued to cheat, abuse, drink, take drugs and be violent when we were kids, because he never ever got repercussions from her.

Sorry if this is in incomprehensible rant, I just feel sad and vented my thoughts.

I can definitely relate in regards to your father to a certain extent. I'd rather not give advice seeing as I'm not aware of the full extent of your situation, so just take this as something to ruminate on, but you should really consider distancing yourself from all of that. I'm not saying cut ties or anything drastic, but just back off to the point where you're not affected. You've gotta do you, and your recovery will be aided by you not having to deal with external negatives. The best of luck, my friend.

can someone talk to me right now pelase im not feeling strong enough

my mom died and it hurts too much

Hey man, we're here. If you want to vent your feelings, go ahead. If you'd rather PM someone, I'm listening.
 
I want to die. I'm not going to do it because I don't even know how, I have no reliable method and I don't want to end up even worse off than I am now. But life has nothing to offer me. I can't get a job, I can't get out of my parents' house. I've been trying to overcome my anxiety for years but if anything it's gotten worse. The tiniest thing makes me distraught. I'm much more anxious driving than I used to be, which is a problem since I have to drive several hours a week to see my therapist, along with jobseeking stuff and periodically seeing my psychiatrist, who is also about an hour and a half away.

I can barely make phone calls, and I only do it when I absolutely have to. If I ever do manage to get a job I'll be a nervous wreck 24/7, more so than I already am. In fact, I did get a job a month or two ago, but I had a panic attack during the orientation session and left. I had a chance to change things and I fucked it up spectacularly. I do volunteer work for just a couple of hours a week (at my parents' behest, not mine) and I'm petrified the entire time. I've been to about seven different therapists over the last five or six years and nothing has changed. I've been on maybe ten medications over the last three years and none of them have worked.

I've also become extremely anhedonic over the last few months. It had never really happened to me before but now I really just don't get joy out of anything. I used to love watching movies, playing games, listening to music, reading books. Now I have no desire to do any of those things. If I manage to force myself to do something all it does is help pass the time until I can go to sleep, but usually I get bored and just do nothing instead. I used to stay up late because I was having fun playing video games or whatever, now I go to sleep as soon as I feel tired enough. I also can't sleep in anymore for some reason, which annoys me because I want to be awake as little as possible but now I'll wake up around 8 or 9 at the latest and won't be able to go back to sleep, so I'll have to get up and face the agonizing monotony of yet another day. I want out.
 
Out of curiosity, what does the suicide hotline say to you when you call? Like, what does the conversation consist of?

Do they trace your number or report you to the police?
i called 911 several weeks ago. the police were sent over after i was asked for my location. they took pictures of the scars and bruises on my arm after talking about my uncle, then asked some general questions about my depression before leaving
 
I want to die. I'm not going to do it because I don't even know how, I have no reliable method and I don't want to end up even worse off than I am now. But life has nothing to offer me. I can't get a job, I can't get out of my parents' house. I've been trying to overcome my anxiety for years but if anything it's gotten worse. The tiniest thing makes me distraught. I'm much more anxious driving than I used to be, which is a problem since I have to drive several hours a week to see my therapist, along with jobseeking stuff and periodically seeing my psychiatrist, who is also about an hour and a half away.

I can barely make phone calls, and I only do it when I absolutely have to. If I ever do manage to get a job I'll be a nervous wreck 24/7, more so than I already am. In fact, I did get a job a month or two ago, but I had a panic attack during the orientation session and left. I had a chance to change things and I fucked it up spectacularly. I do volunteer work for just a couple of hours a week (at my parents' behest, not mine) and I'm petrified the entire time. I've been to about seven different therapists over the last five or six years and nothing has changed. I've been on maybe ten medications over the last three years and none of them have worked.

I've also become extremely anhedonic over the last few months. It had never really happened to me before but now I really just don't get joy out of anything. I used to love watching movies, playing games, listening to music, reading books. Now I have no desire to do any of those things. If I manage to force myself to do something all it does is help pass the time until I can go to sleep, but usually I get bored and just do nothing instead. I used to stay up late because I was having fun playing video games or whatever, now I go to sleep as soon as I feel tired enough. I also can't sleep in anymore for some reason, which annoys me because I want to be awake as little as possible but now I'll wake up around 8 or 9 at the latest and won't be able to go back to sleep, so I'll have to get up and face the agonizing monotony of yet another day. I want out.

Hey man. I wish I had some words for you that could ease your pain. I'm right there with you in terms of the anxiety. I've had it bad for what must be going on 15 years now, ever since I was maybe 11 years old. I've only started to get over it myself, so I can relate as to how difficult a job it truly is. And let me tell you right now, you're already further along than I am, so great job on that front.

I can also relate to your feelings of wanting to give up. It's such an... easy conclusion to come to once your situation seems dire enough. The thing is though, it never is, it only seems that way. It's your brain playing tricks on you, that's all there is to it.

There are two important concepts to keep in mind, that helped me sort of frame this issue we both share. You might have heard of them before given that you've been in therapy, but I'll list them regardless.

The first is the mutual exchange between your thoughts and your feelings. You might think that your emotions are what fuel your thoughts, in that your start thinking negatively when you feel sad. Now, there is definitely a propensity towards negative thinking when you're sad, but the reality of the matter is that the converse is absolutely true as well, and especially true for the both of us. I'm willing to bet my last cent on the fact that you have a constant stream of negative thoughts going through your head. Those thoughts are a huge part of what's making you anxious, depressed, and feel bad about yourself. Now, I'm not a therapist, but what you should definitely work on is trying to reframe those negative thoughts in a more positive manner. That doesn't mean that every thought coursing through our heads has to be positive, but you definitely need to make them more grounded. Along with that, try and compliment yourself. If you find that difficult, try and imagine that you have an imaginary friend that is in the same and exact same situation as you. Try and imagine him/her coming to you with those thoughts and feelings about him/herself. You'll be much kinder to him than you will be to yourself.

What's also important is that you deal with your thoughts and emotions, which means taking the time to voice and process them, and not spend your entire day pretty much... well, running away from your issues. What I found is that more often than not, I had these memories from way way back that were still bothering me, that weren't really processed yet, and that I couldn't really voice. They were like flashes of images in my mind, and they were still affecting me. It was painful, and those memories specifically felt very raw, but working on trying to voice them really helped with coming to terms with a lot that happened in the past.

Now, the unfortunate truth is that this stuff is not easy to fix. Conversely though, fortunately you don't need fix the issue entirely to become functional enough to do the things you want to do. Regardless though, that brings me to my second point. I know you've been going at it for a long time. You keep trying, and it's frustrating to see that you're not making the progress that you're assuming you should be making. The thing you have to realize is that we've been going through this same routine for a VERY long time. The thing I've had described to me is that you have to imagine your life like a river. At some point in our lives, ours took a wrong bend, and it's been carving its path for a very long time now. You can't redirect a stream just like that. It takes time, and constant pressure. But it's doable.

I'm sorry about the length (it has turned into somewhat of a vent session for myself as well I believe), so I'll just say this: You need to keep going. Keep trying, and eventually you'll get results. Don't become reclusive, and don't be afraid to make a fool out of yourself. The object of the game is to do what you're afraid of. Because that's what anxiety is. They're beliefs based on preconceived notions, and not real experiences. And if they are based on real experience, they're mostly wrongfully generalized. Now, I'm not going to tell you what to do, seeing as that's probably a terrible idea. But in my mind, the best way out of our situation is when you feel anxious about something, try to formulate exactly what that something is, and then just go fucking do that thing. Try and ask a licensed professional before you go full hog though, because I'm not aware of the actual situation you're in.

You're a stronger person than you currently believe you are, I'm absolutely sure of that. You also sound like an intelligent person from the way you write. Keep looking for help, and if you need someone to talk to you, I'm sure you're aware of the usual avenues, and know that we'll be here as well. Most importantly though, don't do anything rash. I know it's difficult to believe this very minute, but life DOES in fact have A TON to offer to you. It's just that god damned brain of ours that's making us believe that it doesn't, and that's keeping us back. Fortunately though, it's a surmountable battle. I wish you all the best!
 
Hey man. I wish I had some words for you that could ease your pain. I'm right there with you in terms of the anxiety. I've had it bad for what must be going on 15 years now, ever since I was maybe 11 years old. I've only started to get over it myself, so I can relate as to how difficult a job it truly is. And let me tell you right now, you're already further along than I am, so great job on that front.

I can also relate to your feelings of wanting to give up. It's such an... easy conclusion to come to once your situation seems dire enough. The thing is though, it never is, it only seems that way. It's your brain playing tricks on you, that's all there is to it.

There are two important concepts to keep in mind, that helped me sort of frame this issue we both share. You might have heard of them before given that you've been in therapy, but I'll list them regardless.

The first is the mutual exchange between your thoughts and your feelings. You might think that your emotions are what fuel your thoughts, in that your start thinking negatively when you feel sad. Now, there is definitely a propensity towards negative thinking when you're sad, but the reality of the matter is that the converse is absolutely true as well, and especially true for the both of us. I'm willing to bet my last cent on the fact that you have a constant stream of negative thoughts going through your head. Those thoughts are a huge part of what's making you anxious, depressed, and feel bad about yourself. Now, I'm not a therapist, but what you should definitely work on is trying to reframe those negative thoughts in a more positive manner. That doesn't mean that every thought coursing through our heads has to be positive, but you definitely need to make them more grounded. Along with that, try and compliment yourself. If you find that difficult, try and imagine that you have an imaginary friend that is in the same and exact same situation as you. Try and imagine him/her coming to you with those thoughts and feelings about him/herself. You'll be much kinder to him than you will be to yourself.

What's also important is that you deal with your thoughts and emotions, which means taking the time to voice and process them, and not spend your entire day pretty much... well, running away from your issues. What I found is that more often than not, I had these memories from way way back that were still bothering me, that weren't really processed yet, and that I couldn't really voice. They were like flashes of images in my mind, and they were still affecting me. It was painful, and those memories specifically felt very raw, but working on trying to voice them really helped with coming to terms with a lot that happened in the past.

Now, the unfortunate truth is that this stuff is not easy to fix. Conversely though, fortunately you don't need fix the issue entirely to become functional enough to do the things you want to do. Regardless though, that brings me to my second point. I know you've been going at it for a long time. You keep trying, and it's frustrating to see that you're not making the progress that you're assuming you should be making. The thing you have to realize is that we've been going through this same routine for a VERY long time. The thing I've had described to me is that you have to imagine your life like a river. At some point in our lives, ours took a wrong bend, and it's been carving its path for a very long time now. You can't redirect a stream just like that. It takes time, and constant pressure. But it's doable.

I'm sorry about the length (it has turned into somewhat of a vent session for myself as well I believe), so I'll just say this: You need to keep going. Keep trying, and eventually you'll get results. Don't become reclusive, and don't be afraid to make a fool out of yourself. The object of the game is to do what you're afraid of. Because that's what anxiety is. They're beliefs based on preconceived notions, and not real experiences. And if they are based on real experience, they're mostly wrongfully generalized. Now, I'm not going to tell you what to do, seeing as that's probably a terrible idea. But in my mind, the best way out of our situation is when you feel anxious about something, try to formulate exactly what that something is, and then just go fucking do that thing. Try and ask a licensed professional before you go full hog though, because I'm not aware of the actual situation you're in.

You're a stronger person than you currently believe you are, I'm absolutely sure of that. You also sound like an intelligent person from the way you write. Keep looking for help, and if you need someone to talk to you, I'm sure you're aware of the usual avenues, and know that we'll be here as well. Most importantly though, don't do anything rash. I know it's difficult to believe this very minute, but life DOES in fact have A TON to offer to you. It's just that god damned brain of ours that's making us believe that it doesn't, and that's keeping us back. Fortunately though, it's a surmountable battle. I wish you all the best!

Thanks for taking the time to reply, and for the advice. I'm feeling a bit better now, I just go through some rough spots every now and then. I know you're right about being able to overcome it, it's just hard to tell where to start.
 
I could've really used your support this last year. I've basically completely fallen apart and have just finished burning through my savings and am still lost. Witnessed my little brother attempt suicide by self-immolation, I put him out and rushed him to the ER but his injuries were too severe and died after several days. The anniversary is coming up on the 26th, on the eve of my dead mother's birthday. I'm sure that was a factor in his decision. Then I was involuntarily committed, during the intake one of the clinicians tried to break my knee and it still hurts months later. The same clinician sexually assaulted me in my room two nights later. After my horrible experience at that hospital, I shut down and didn't leave the house until late April when a friend took me to the county health department to get some meds and support. I'm still just barely starting any treatment but I've been on this cocktail for two months and it's barely helping. I've been experimenting with the safer psychedelics (cannabis, lsd and shrooms) and those have helped me see life through a better lens but I can't count on those and the prescriptions meds barely touch the surface. So if anyone was wondering what I had, it's a severe form of PTSD but I've had it my whole life and don't know what it's like to live without it. I grew up in a violent and neglectful home. Drugs have given me glimmers but I feel like they're not sustainable and so I'm still as stuck as I've ever been. I learned about and discovered that I struggle very much with dissociation and staying present when I'm stressed. With the PTSD my anxiety goes from 0 to 100 in an instant and that complicates the dissociation (it's a mental form of flight in "fight or flight" mode). I'm trying to escape a stressful situation by zoning out essentially and I can't turn it off. It's almost a kind of amnesia with bits and pieces. I always wondered why my memories were so fragmented. Hi, how's everyone else? Anyone else die?
 
Welcome back, grap3fruitman. I'm sorry to hear about your brother and what happened to you.

If you haven't already, please, please don't feel ashamed to go to the police and reach out to support groups
 
My depression has returned after an extended high point. All brought on by the fact that here I am stuck in my home over the weekend while all my friends are meeting each other and having fun at a convention going on over the weekend. I tell myself to stay away from twitter and FB as not to see them posting about it and the good times they are having without me. Yet I keep checking them and feeling like I am never going to actually have real friends and that they will just forever be internet friends that I never meet and become actual friends with. Loneliness is just the worst feeling it's crushing my soul right now.
 
I decided to stay home alone this weekend, while what's left of my family went up to our trailer. I figured I'd prefer it here, with TV and video games, my cats, music and the Internet. I also have some projects to work on, as well as my colouring.

People to go bed earlier than me up there, there are few people my age and there's little for a fat geek to do alone up there.

I'm feeling quite lonely, though, and really missing my Mom. I wish I could be with her and I'm angry at this world.
 
I'm not sure people are interested in reading this bloggy post but I want to post it because I have no one else to talk to about things like this other than anonymous people.

I logged into an old email address for the hell of it and it made me sad how broken of a person I've become. I feel like one of the worst effects of abuse other than how badly it fucks with your entire being is the loneliness that follows. You feel like you can't connect or even be around other people and you slowly withdraw into your self becoming more and more isolated. Becoming numb to all emotion. You don't even care about your family or your self anymore. The worst thing was after the abuse ended I managed to actually feel really good because my circle of friends were so kind, we loved each other, and basically every weekend would be spent at one of our houses (we couldn't meet everyday after school because it's hard to travel in Saudi Arabia). And then the absolute worst thing possible happens. My family emigrates to Canada and doesn't tell me about it until we're in my Aunt's house during summer break in Michigan. We abruptly cross the border about a week later to land as immigrants and that's that. My life as a Canadian begins without even a simple good bye to those magical people back home that showed me hope after a really rough time. I couldn't connect to many people here and never managed the courage to ask them to hang out after school.

Reading those old emails sent to friends, classmates, and my family are a completely different person. At the point of the last email sent it had been 7 years since the abuse ended and I still managed to be sincere with people. I guess the daily routine of high school forces you to be social with people and it's good for you when you're going through a tough time. As time went on I stopped hanging out with people, even at school, because I couldn't handle acting insincere and fake. I started missing 1-2 classes a month freshmen year but it just kept accelerating and during senior year I managed to show for a couple lessons a day for a 2-3 days per week at most.

As I pulled further and further away from people they stopped asking me to hang out and the loneliness really hurts even though you feel more relaxed at home in your room all day. Eventually doing anything that involves interacting with another person is so draining that you can't even show up to school for weeks at a time and miss final exams. Finally because the loneliness is so painful your mind just goes numb (maybe it's a defense mechanism?) and you stop feeling any emotion except for sporadic moments of crushing sadness or a brief reprieve.

As I was going through all of this my family didn't know how to react, especially my Mother. My Father worked overseas in Jeddah because he had so many obligations that he couldn't go even a few months of unemployment to look for work in Canada. Sometimes my Mother would join him for a few months because living alone is rough on anyone. Unfortunately my Mother had no idea what to do and just made the situation worse.

Now for something lighter! After 8 years of therapy and trying a fuckton of medications I've finally got over my issues and I've found a good combination of meds that have pretty much eliminated every symptom of my depression. I even got into an Electrical Engineering program at Western University where I'll attend my first semester of post-secondary education. All I have to work on now is getting rid of bad routines and habits that have formed over 8 years of isolation.

I feel sorry for you if you read that mess but the avalanche of emotions I felt when I checked that email needed a release. I'm glad because if I looked at the emails a few years ago I probably wouldn't have felt anything but numbness.

Edit: I almost forgot to mention that without the emotional and monetary support of my family I would probably be dead right now. I owe them so much.

I could've really used your support this last year. I've basically completely fallen apart and have just finished burning through my savings and am still lost. Witnessed my little brother attempt suicide by self-immolation, I put him out and rushed him to the ER but his injuries were too severe and died after several days. The anniversary is coming up on the 26th, on the eve of my dead mother's birthday. I'm sure that was a factor in his decision. Then I was involuntarily committed, during the intake one of the clinicians tried to break my knee and it still hurts months later. The same clinician sexually assaulted me in my room two nights later. After my horrible experience at that hospital, I shut down and didn't leave the house until late April when a friend took me to the county health department to get some meds and support. I'm still just barely starting any treatment but I've been on this cocktail for two months and it's barely helping. I've been experimenting with the safer psychedelics (cannabis, lsd and shrooms) and those have helped me see life through a better lens but I can't count on those and the prescriptions meds barely touch the surface. So if anyone was wondering what I had, it's a severe form of PTSD but I've had it my whole life and don't know what it's like to live without it. I grew up in a violent and neglectful home. Drugs have given me glimmers but I feel like they're not sustainable and so I'm still as stuck as I've ever been. I learned about and discovered that I struggle very much with dissociation and staying present when I'm stressed. With the PTSD my anxiety goes from 0 to 100 in an instant and that complicates the dissociation (it's a mental form of flight in "fight or flight" mode). I'm trying to escape a stressful situation by zoning out essentially and I can't turn it off. It's almost a kind of amnesia with bits and pieces. I always wondered why my memories were so fragmented. Hi, how's everyone else? Anyone else die?

I'm sorry for your loss. When I was a child I had many episodes of dissociation where I would see an event unfolding from above while someone -in my body- was acting out a scene. As I got older I also suffered from mild PTSD and thankfully after the help I got episodes would happen very rarely. The memories would come back due to certain triggers but the effect on my mind and body was diminished. My advice for the PTSD is to find a good therapist which requires going to a bunch of them and seeing which one you feel is the best. It's absolutely necessary to see a psychologist in addition to seeing a psychiatrist. I'm not sure if these things are covered in your country or you have to pay out of pocket. Are there any -good- free services or maybe churches nearby that offer counseling? In terms of medication it can take up to 6 weeks for you to feel the full effect and even after that point you may have to try many different medications. The most important part of managing PTSD is seeing a therapist, psychiatrist, and routinely taking your medication(s) on time. Another thing that is important that's extremely hard for most people is to find someplace where you feel relaxed while interacting with other people and enjoying yourself.

This is all from my experience I hope I don't offend you with this.
 
Is it even possible to avoid happy couples?

Is the solution to never leave my room or the gym? Sometimes I feel like id be happiest that way

Terrible day ugh. I miss my CBT
 
What does a panic attack feel like?
Depends on the severity and the person.

For me? Racing heart and brain, being afraid or paranoid, wanting to run, feel like something bad is going to happen, not being able to calm down or use logic to brush it off. My stomach roils, my breathing becomes more difficult, I feel like I have a giant rubberband around my lungs that is squeezing my air out.

I also become hyperaware of all external stimuli to the point of pain.

Worse ones trigger my vasovagal response. Dizzy spell, heat flush or cold flush, tunnel vision, fainting, syncope seizures, usually in that order. If I can get somewhere "safe" and/or lay down, I can stop the fainting part at least.
 
Why is it so hard to separate feelings of self-worth from one's physical appearance?

I know it shouldn't matter, but it's difficult to avoid right now. I have a lot of work-related stress at the moment, which has caused me to overeat the past while, both of which make me feel somewhat depressed, which then causes more of the stress and stress eating, and so on and so forth.

It's hard also when you can't really get much of a conversation about it from your significant other. She's very caring but not very spontaneous when it comes to discussing serious/difficult things, so things usually hit a brick wall very quickly. I guess the only reason I'm posting this is because the only person I would want to talk to about this stuff lives far away. I'm tempted to delete this post in case an IRL friend finds it but fuck it.
 
My therapist shoveled me on to someone else, and I have a few ideas why.

The system sucks, and everything about it.

I feel so unhappy with everything, and I can't escape it.
 
So, how do you get over the grief of having wasted the last 8 years of your life, along with the fact that you haven't been really happy since you were a child, and that once your issues might potentially be solved, you'll probably be 30 years old? It's eating me up inside.
 
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