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hi, my name`s Steve and i`m 54, i developed social anxiety in my early teens
and i have struggled with it every day since, as a result i`m unable to work,
have friends or socialise in any way. i have been depressed, hospitalised,
tried medication, been given e.c.t. years of therapy, and nothing has changed.
Today i will go outside my front door and i will be overcome with terror, and i will
go to the shops in a state of depersonalisation, with loss of balance, i will cope
as my brain freezes in the shop, as i mess the money up and forget what i
need. and i will fight my way home as i do every day, and i will do it again
tomorrow and every day i`ve got left.
i often think about suicide but i really like myself, i like my courage and
refusal to give in to this dreadful illness. also with death comes the death of hope.
my wounds are too deep to allow tears or laughter or love
but i`ll never ever give in.
and i have struggled with it every day since, as a result i`m unable to work,
have friends or socialise in any way. i have been depressed, hospitalised,
tried medication, been given e.c.t. years of therapy, and nothing has changed.
Today i will go outside my front door and i will be overcome with terror, and i will
go to the shops in a state of depersonalisation, with loss of balance, i will cope
as my brain freezes in the shop, as i mess the money up and forget what i
need. and i will fight my way home as i do every day, and i will do it again
tomorrow and every day i`ve got left.
i often think about suicide but i really like myself, i like my courage and
refusal to give in to this dreadful illness. also with death comes the death of hope.
my wounds are too deep to allow tears or laughter or love
but i`ll never ever give in.