Things aren't looking so good right now. I'm dreading one thing or another four or five times a week, and I don't even have a job. I have no stability. I seem to spend all evening every evening in my room, worrying about tomorrow. People tell me that volunteering is good, but I don't feel any better for it. I don't feel as though I'm helping. I don't feel as though it's helping me. There's nothing to do at the cathedral. I'm only called on to talk to people about the locking mechanisms in the library. I feel bad for it every time. I feel like I'm wasting my time, and that I'm a waste of theirs. I would like to keep volunteering, but not there. I want to volunteer some place where there's work to be done, and for a better cause. Then there's the Jobcentre. The worst worry of them all. I don't want to go to the Jobcentre. I don't want JSA. I don't want to send applications out to jobs that - even if I somehow did get to the interview stage, or further - I'm unsuitable for anyway, be it for lack of experience, confidence or whatever, just so that I'm taking three steps a week to find work. I want a job, but I want to deal with it at a pace that works for me. It wasn't my choice to sign up with them, and I don't seem to have the option to sign off.
I've just lost interest in things since the new year. In everything. I tried applying to volunteer somewhere else. I got no response, which I'm getting used to now. I'd never tell her this - NEVER - but, much as she tries to, I don't think that my mum is helping much. I'm grateful that she tries, but I'm talking about walking places, even spelling words. I almost feel like a child. I like to think that I'm capable of getting to and from places by myself, and I don't have any problems at all with spelling. If she's with me, she schedules my appointments for when she's not working, so she can come with. I've got people from the Jobcentre and the training centre I go to suggesting that I go to the doctor with my problems, and I don't want to do that. I'm trying to deal with things as best I can but it's making things worse. I can't share most of my problems with people face-to-face, so unless I find the courage to share it here - and I almost never do - I keep it to myself and end up where I'm at now. I'm just putting it all into words for that reason - I always feel absolutely dreadful for talking about myself, but I'll feel better knowing that no one had to read this if they didn't want to.
I always find it so hard to post here, now more than ever. So here's to all the people suffering in silence. I hope you find it in yourselves to overcome everything in time. No one should have to have agoraphobia, OCD, social anxiety or anything else.