whippy
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I thought this would be a good place to ask for some advice on something that's really troubling me lately.
My situation currently:
I'm living with an online friend, his mate, and another roomate, and two dogs all in the same house. I talked to them a bunch when I first moved here 5 months ago, but found myself getting extremely nervous when they would have their friends over to play a homemade game. The anxiety's gotten so bad that I've stayed in my room for up to 12 hours, waiting until they leave or I fall asleep from exhaustion. I'm expected to pay a small amount of rent from making art for people online but I spend most of my time and energy just trying to get rid of the tension. I also get anxious going to the kitchen with them around, but I started to teach myself how to cook, and that gave me something better to focus on and it helped a lot with that. It's been 5 months and I've rarely left the house. They rarely leave ether and mostly stay in the living room on their computers which...leaves me feeling like a basket case. They also sleep different schedules, so basically I'm never alone and there's always one person awake. I can drive, but have no car currently.
My past:
I've lived with family a good chunk of my life (up until 9 months ago). My mom is the only person that's really understanding with me. I barely get along with my step father though. I used to live with them up until about 3 years ago. While I lived there, I produced a ton of art and wasn't really anxious at all since I had my own living space there (separate from their house). The worst thing about it was that it's a bit isolated (20 minutes by car to get to town).
The thing:
I've been a bit afraid to call my mom or anybody really. I made the choice to move here on my own and I hate admitting that I'm so miserable to her. Unfortunately, she got so worried about me that she started calling around this area to see if I was in the hospital or dead and finally managed to get my roomate's number and called him one night when I was in the middle of having an anxiety attack (everybody was over here playing a game). He hands me the phone, and all I could do was talk in this cold robotic sounding voice to her. She offered to come pick me up but, I declined, saying that I'd be alright and such. Ahhh....ever since that hellish day....I've been thinking more and more about moving back with my parents. It feels like a terrible defeat.....but compared to how I've been feeling here...I'm not so sure about that.
What do you guys think I should do? Stay here and tough it out or move back with my parents? I know both of these aren't gonna be easy.
My situation currently:
I'm living with an online friend, his mate, and another roomate, and two dogs all in the same house. I talked to them a bunch when I first moved here 5 months ago, but found myself getting extremely nervous when they would have their friends over to play a homemade game. The anxiety's gotten so bad that I've stayed in my room for up to 12 hours, waiting until they leave or I fall asleep from exhaustion. I'm expected to pay a small amount of rent from making art for people online but I spend most of my time and energy just trying to get rid of the tension. I also get anxious going to the kitchen with them around, but I started to teach myself how to cook, and that gave me something better to focus on and it helped a lot with that. It's been 5 months and I've rarely left the house. They rarely leave ether and mostly stay in the living room on their computers which...leaves me feeling like a basket case. They also sleep different schedules, so basically I'm never alone and there's always one person awake. I can drive, but have no car currently.
My past:
I've lived with family a good chunk of my life (up until 9 months ago). My mom is the only person that's really understanding with me. I barely get along with my step father though. I used to live with them up until about 3 years ago. While I lived there, I produced a ton of art and wasn't really anxious at all since I had my own living space there (separate from their house). The worst thing about it was that it's a bit isolated (20 minutes by car to get to town).
The thing:
I've been a bit afraid to call my mom or anybody really. I made the choice to move here on my own and I hate admitting that I'm so miserable to her. Unfortunately, she got so worried about me that she started calling around this area to see if I was in the hospital or dead and finally managed to get my roomate's number and called him one night when I was in the middle of having an anxiety attack (everybody was over here playing a game). He hands me the phone, and all I could do was talk in this cold robotic sounding voice to her. She offered to come pick me up but, I declined, saying that I'd be alright and such. Ahhh....ever since that hellish day....I've been thinking more and more about moving back with my parents. It feels like a terrible defeat.....but compared to how I've been feeling here...I'm not so sure about that.
What do you guys think I should do? Stay here and tough it out or move back with my parents? I know both of these aren't gonna be easy.