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Posted: March 1st, 2013, 8:12 pm
Hi everyone. I've had an account for a few weeks but never introduced myself. I'm 18 years old, and I was disagnosed with clinical depression four years ago as well as social anxiety disorder. I am a "germophobe," and I have trouble with paranoia. I can't get to sleep easily because I'm so scared. Usually I'm just afraid someone is stalking me, has been stalking me my whole life, etc. It's been like this ever since I can remember. I have anger issues, and I'm extremely impatient. I'm taking Lexapro and this other sleeping medication. I took paxil for three years, and it made me incredibly sleepy, and I felt sick all the time. I got off of it finally after a hideous withdrawl, and I will never take it again. I've taken prozac, seroquel, xanax, vyvanse, too many to remember. Seroquel was too strong for me, and I passed out one night, fell on a striaghtner and got burned in two places. After that I didn't take it anymore. My doctor said I have "OCD in the mind." I don't even know what that means, whatever. Doctors always ask me right off the bat if I'm in anorexic because I'm small. I have 5' and weight 93 pounds. It's a little annoying though because that's not any part of the problem. I'm going to a biblical counselor right now because it's free and we can't afford a regular one. I don't think she's helping that much. She wants me to write my life story for her, but it's too painful, so I think I'm going to just skip everything I don't want to talk about. I don't want to relive the past. I just want to forget it, and move on, and be a better me. Why can't we focus on that? I wouldn't even go to see the biblical counselor if the anxiety/paranoia wasn't so bad that sometimes I feel like I can't function. I'm constantly checking behind me, above me, beside me, etc. It's exhausting. Half the time I feel nauseous because I'm so nervous. I thought I was doing better until suicidal thoughts starting creeping back up. They sneak up on you, don't they? I'm just so tired of being scared all the time. I kept waiting to grow out of it, but I never did, and now I'm eighteen. I can't even sleep by myself half the time.
I'm nervous about college. Every social interaction with someone I'm not familair with is an awkward disaster. I had a job for all of one day and then I quit because the boss was so rude to me, and I was freaking out because I couldn't please her. I really need to get a job, but I'm so terrified of talking to people, and I thought I could get a job stocking but apparently I need to be able lift up to 25 pounds and thats not going to work well. They will take one look at me and say no at the interview. I clean people's houses and babysit on occasions to get any scrap of money I can, but I need an actual part time job to pay for college. Plus I despise cIeaning people's houses. It does not go well with my germophobia.
I guess this was a long whine. I just want to feel better. I don't want to be on medication for my entire life. I tried to get off of it, but I had to get right back on when I started having panic attacks every week. I want to be able to get a job and keep it. I want to be able to talk to people without feeling like my head is exploding from the stress. I want to be able to close my eyes and not picture a creepy girl in the process of driving an axe into my head. I want to be able to sleep. I don't want to feel angry and irritated all the time. I don't want to suddenly feel sad, and worthless. I want to be more positive because I know my downer attitude exhausts my friends. I want to be someone else I guess.
I'm nervous about college. Every social interaction with someone I'm not familair with is an awkward disaster. I had a job for all of one day and then I quit because the boss was so rude to me, and I was freaking out because I couldn't please her. I really need to get a job, but I'm so terrified of talking to people, and I thought I could get a job stocking but apparently I need to be able lift up to 25 pounds and thats not going to work well. They will take one look at me and say no at the interview. I clean people's houses and babysit on occasions to get any scrap of money I can, but I need an actual part time job to pay for college. Plus I despise cIeaning people's houses. It does not go well with my germophobia.
I guess this was a long whine. I just want to feel better. I don't want to be on medication for my entire life. I tried to get off of it, but I had to get right back on when I started having panic attacks every week. I want to be able to get a job and keep it. I want to be able to talk to people without feeling like my head is exploding from the stress. I want to be able to close my eyes and not picture a creepy girl in the process of driving an axe into my head. I want to be able to sleep. I don't want to feel angry and irritated all the time. I don't want to suddenly feel sad, and worthless. I want to be more positive because I know my downer attitude exhausts my friends. I want to be someone else I guess.