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Struggling
One of the hardest parts of my day is seeing all the people around me doing all the things I can’t with ease. I hope they know how lucky they are.
One of the hardest parts of my day is seeing all the people around me doing all the things I can’t with ease. I hope they know how lucky they are.
Everyone is always shocked when they find out I have severe anxiety. I am so good at hiding it because it’s just become a part of my daily life. I still suffer from it but no one can tell. So, I just remind myself that everyone is dealing with something, we just don’t know. I also just always think to myself how strong I am to go out and do things even with all I go through with my mental health. Now that’s admirable! 💪🏽 we are all warriors to be able to go through life dealing with mental health conditions.
i used to think the same then i realized how good i am at pretending everything is okay when im at work and it dawned on me that there are other people who are probably also struggling but good at pretending.
@hopefulsunny That’s true
TW I’m feeling really bad about myself today. I feel like a fraud and a liar. I’ve been unable to enjoy my time with my girlfriend because I’m bombarded with my thoughts. I’ve been asking for reassurance from so many people and nothing is helping. Nothing makes me feel better anymore and I’m worried that this is just how it’s going to be for forever. I miss when I could just be happy and not overthink so much. I miss being able to get through my days without this crippling anxiety. I’m worried there’s going to be a day where I realize I have no fight left in me
I don’t know if it’s worth it to keep going. I have so many diagnoses, so little support, and constant struggles with finding the right medication. My immune system is weak, I have multiple deficiencies, and I’m dealing with so many physical health problems on top of severe OCD. It’s just too much. On top of everything, my family treats me so not okay. Every single day is a fight just to keep going—to wake up, to eat, to take care of myself even a little. I’ve lost over ten pounds in the last two weeks from how depressed I’ve been. And instead of support, all I get is blame. My family constantly throws my struggles in my face, calling me selfish, as if I’m choosing this. I am trying so hard to push past all of this. But after five long months of severe OCD, anxiety, depression, panic disorder, and everything else making life unbearable, I am exhausted. And to be called lazy? Selfish? *Worthless*? How am I supposed to keep going when the people around me refuse to see how hard I’m trying? I don’t want this anymore. None of this suffering feels worth it. What am I fighting for just to be treated this way by my own family? To be yelled at for the look on my face, when my face reflects nothing but the stress, panic, and despair I’m drowning in? Am I still supposed to smile for them? This isn’t fair. No one should have to live like this. I don’t deserve to be treated this way, I’m really trying to keep going, but I just want everything to end.
I didn’t realize how bad/severe my agoraphobia was, I kept putting off as not being “that bad” or thinking “other people have it worse” without realizing I’m low key one of those people 💀 But honestly it makes me wanna cry realizing just how crippled I’ve been, how badly this has actually been all these years, and it’s only getting worse, I have a serious problem and I’m really hoping this place will help me
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