snail
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I'm snail. If this is the right forum for me, then many of you can relate to the fact that my heart is beating hard at the thought that this post will be greeting with derision, suspicion, hatred, and possibly some sort of violence. What really humiliates me is that I make my living as a public performer - so I probably really don't belong here. While performing, my anxiety, fear and shyness grind to a halt because I feel some control of my environment. When the show's over, however, I want to sink into the ground, or, often, die. When not performing, my life is a sort of hell. I am unable to ever really be honest with anyone and feel great anxiety around everyone. I have a partner who I feel comfort with because she is a sort of mother figure, but I know that I am completely trapped in the relationship until one of us dies. I have done talk therapy and been on medication for about 10 years, but I feel like it only makes me more anxious because I know that all of my instincts are wrong. Well, that's all for now. Sounds sort of depression, but, then, that's why I'm here.