kimberleykat
Well-known member
The thing i tell myself 23834910328 time a day: Don't give up.
But I have never seen the point of not giving up when I hear the stupid voice throbbing back and forth in my head.
I fight against anxiety/depression 24/7.
Can anyone imagine what it feels like to have panic attacks even when you are asleep? You get up at night and think about it all over and over again and you wonder why you can not just stab a knife into your heart. That's pretty much how I feel.
I feel so sad and angry that nobody could ever ever understand me.
All that ppl can say at my sufferings is: I don't know what to say to you.
Yeah I understand and I try not to blame ppl for not being able to help.
But I am so lonely I wish that who is close to me can make me feel better.
But whether I can sense ppl are trying to be nice to me or not, I tend to push them away. I am so worried that if I let out my true feelings they will think less of me and finally dump me. I am so frightened.
I wanted to act that there is never an hindrance of anxiety that bothers me. I wanted to look happy, sound happy, feel happy all the time. I imagined what it would like to not have anxiety/panic/depression problems. I thought about a life that I can handle it better even with anxiety/panics that probably at bearable level.
But all this seems to be the "horrible intervals of sanity".
My family blames me. My previous real life friends blame me. I am guess now that my fiance is blaming me and the only ones I talk to, my online friends are blaming me as well.
What should I do?
I just want someone that understands me. Why is that so impossible?
I might have already given up trying to make ppl listen to me. Because that only adds to my fatigue when I am suffering.
Why me??
When I complain like that, there is a voice saying the opposite: Why Not me??
Then I wonder if I have ever done things that might have led me to my own hell. Anxiety is a living hell. And ppl up there never see that I am struggling down there. I feel so miserable. so so miserable.
I started to think about ways that I might end my life without too much pains. I started to think like that again.
I am angry at myself and I am angry at the whole world.
I am sorry.
Sorry ppl.
But I have never seen the point of not giving up when I hear the stupid voice throbbing back and forth in my head.
I fight against anxiety/depression 24/7.
Can anyone imagine what it feels like to have panic attacks even when you are asleep? You get up at night and think about it all over and over again and you wonder why you can not just stab a knife into your heart. That's pretty much how I feel.
I feel so sad and angry that nobody could ever ever understand me.
All that ppl can say at my sufferings is: I don't know what to say to you.
Yeah I understand and I try not to blame ppl for not being able to help.
But I am so lonely I wish that who is close to me can make me feel better.
But whether I can sense ppl are trying to be nice to me or not, I tend to push them away. I am so worried that if I let out my true feelings they will think less of me and finally dump me. I am so frightened.
I wanted to act that there is never an hindrance of anxiety that bothers me. I wanted to look happy, sound happy, feel happy all the time. I imagined what it would like to not have anxiety/panic/depression problems. I thought about a life that I can handle it better even with anxiety/panics that probably at bearable level.
But all this seems to be the "horrible intervals of sanity".
My family blames me. My previous real life friends blame me. I am guess now that my fiance is blaming me and the only ones I talk to, my online friends are blaming me as well.
What should I do?
I just want someone that understands me. Why is that so impossible?
I might have already given up trying to make ppl listen to me. Because that only adds to my fatigue when I am suffering.
Why me??
When I complain like that, there is a voice saying the opposite: Why Not me??
Then I wonder if I have ever done things that might have led me to my own hell. Anxiety is a living hell. And ppl up there never see that I am struggling down there. I feel so miserable. so so miserable.
I started to think about ways that I might end my life without too much pains. I started to think like that again.
I am angry at myself and I am angry at the whole world.
I am sorry.
Sorry ppl.