My story.
I am a 23 year old female, with no life. I mean no I am not a ghost, I am just existing though. My mother tells me that when I was young, I was really outgoing. She recalls
that I used to love talking to people and make friends. So why I don't remember those times? The only things that I remember are the negative times. when I was just maybe 7 years old
and children didn't want to play with me cause they said I was 'rough'. I've always been chubby. Maybe even fat if you want to call me that. and maybe that was the reason.
I used to go to dancing classes when I was 10 years old, and the choreographer used to place at the back in our dancing routine, and my Immediate reaction was 'Jesus I am so ugly, he doesn't want
me to be seen'. Being overweight didn't help either, I used to be picked on at secondary school. But I tried to suck it up and tried the 'funny' attitude'.
deep inside i've always felt unworthy and not pretty and beautiful 'enough'. I know that is stupid to judge yourself and other people about the way they 'look'. and mind you
with other people I don't do it. I just have the unfortunate habit of hating myself for everything I do. I even hate my voice.
At 16 years I started college, and I had to quit. when asked why, I replied 'oh I just didn't like the school' the truth was. My heart was racing at thought of being asked a question and having to
reply in front of a whole class. I now know that this is social phobia and to make things worse after a year I was at a concert with my cousins, and got lost in a crowd with exact the amount of
money for the bus and no mobile phone. I had to catch a bus fully packed with people, alone, with no water and a mobile phone, there I had my very first panic attack. I couldn't get out of the bus
as I had no more money to catch another one. so I had to stay there. Nowadays I can't go somewhere without water, a full charged mobile phone and extra money. I now also drive and feel more
comfortable in my car cause at least If I have a panic attack no one can see me.
I was 17 and after that day my life became a total disaster. I avoided catching buses, lifts, cinemas, going to unfamiliar places, meeting new people, and finally going out. I spent 2 years after
that at home, watching telly, sleeping and trying to find a cure for my 'thoughts' online. I couldn't even get a job as I was shy of going to interviews. Then when I was 19 I started a part time
job as waitress and you can imagine the terror I felt when I talked to customers, but somehow I managed. I even made some friends and went out a bit that summer, although at places that I knew well
and always the same negative thinking pattern and alcohol helped too, but overall it was a good summer. My personal relationships are a total disaster aswell. The few people that I dated I met them
online. and turned out to be not so great. I'm still seeing one guy, but only for sex basically he treats me like **** and I keep going. Maybe cause I'm lonley or low self esteem is the cause, and
Ater I meet him I feel even worse cause I blame myself for going back to him.
The thing is now I work full time as a clerk, I have a job. But I only go out for WORK. at weekends I'm still staying in. I still feel awkward and shy and paranoid around people. I'm still
afraid of going out and having a full blown panic attack in front of everyone and make a complete fool out of myself. I still can't face going to unfamiliar places. I still need my mom to come
with me for appointments. I still have these feelings. I still hate myself for having these feelings, and the more I hate myself the more I hate myself for hating myself. Its like I created a
prison for being me, and I can't free myself. I tried psychotherapy. didn't work. I never tried medication. I don't want to live my life depending on a pill to feel better. I thought about ending
it all, But I want to feel happy for once. I want to know what it is to feel completely 'Normal'. I want to have friends and travel and see the world and fall in love.
That is what I imagine and fantasize about when I'm at home and people are living their lives. a completely different person. I became the person that I don't want to be.
And to be honest its not the panic attacks. I just want to love and accept myself the way I am with all the sh** that I made up in my head. But it seems to be just a dream.
Thanks for reading and sorry for the loooong post!
Take care!
I am a 23 year old female, with no life. I mean no I am not a ghost, I am just existing though. My mother tells me that when I was young, I was really outgoing. She recalls
that I used to love talking to people and make friends. So why I don't remember those times? The only things that I remember are the negative times. when I was just maybe 7 years old
and children didn't want to play with me cause they said I was 'rough'. I've always been chubby. Maybe even fat if you want to call me that. and maybe that was the reason.
I used to go to dancing classes when I was 10 years old, and the choreographer used to place at the back in our dancing routine, and my Immediate reaction was 'Jesus I am so ugly, he doesn't want
me to be seen'. Being overweight didn't help either, I used to be picked on at secondary school. But I tried to suck it up and tried the 'funny' attitude'.
deep inside i've always felt unworthy and not pretty and beautiful 'enough'. I know that is stupid to judge yourself and other people about the way they 'look'. and mind you
with other people I don't do it. I just have the unfortunate habit of hating myself for everything I do. I even hate my voice.
At 16 years I started college, and I had to quit. when asked why, I replied 'oh I just didn't like the school' the truth was. My heart was racing at thought of being asked a question and having to
reply in front of a whole class. I now know that this is social phobia and to make things worse after a year I was at a concert with my cousins, and got lost in a crowd with exact the amount of
money for the bus and no mobile phone. I had to catch a bus fully packed with people, alone, with no water and a mobile phone, there I had my very first panic attack. I couldn't get out of the bus
as I had no more money to catch another one. so I had to stay there. Nowadays I can't go somewhere without water, a full charged mobile phone and extra money. I now also drive and feel more
comfortable in my car cause at least If I have a panic attack no one can see me.
I was 17 and after that day my life became a total disaster. I avoided catching buses, lifts, cinemas, going to unfamiliar places, meeting new people, and finally going out. I spent 2 years after
that at home, watching telly, sleeping and trying to find a cure for my 'thoughts' online. I couldn't even get a job as I was shy of going to interviews. Then when I was 19 I started a part time
job as waitress and you can imagine the terror I felt when I talked to customers, but somehow I managed. I even made some friends and went out a bit that summer, although at places that I knew well
and always the same negative thinking pattern and alcohol helped too, but overall it was a good summer. My personal relationships are a total disaster aswell. The few people that I dated I met them
online. and turned out to be not so great. I'm still seeing one guy, but only for sex basically he treats me like **** and I keep going. Maybe cause I'm lonley or low self esteem is the cause, and
Ater I meet him I feel even worse cause I blame myself for going back to him.
The thing is now I work full time as a clerk, I have a job. But I only go out for WORK. at weekends I'm still staying in. I still feel awkward and shy and paranoid around people. I'm still
afraid of going out and having a full blown panic attack in front of everyone and make a complete fool out of myself. I still can't face going to unfamiliar places. I still need my mom to come
with me for appointments. I still have these feelings. I still hate myself for having these feelings, and the more I hate myself the more I hate myself for hating myself. Its like I created a
prison for being me, and I can't free myself. I tried psychotherapy. didn't work. I never tried medication. I don't want to live my life depending on a pill to feel better. I thought about ending
it all, But I want to feel happy for once. I want to know what it is to feel completely 'Normal'. I want to have friends and travel and see the world and fall in love.
That is what I imagine and fantasize about when I'm at home and people are living their lives. a completely different person. I became the person that I don't want to be.
And to be honest its not the panic attacks. I just want to love and accept myself the way I am with all the sh** that I made up in my head. But it seems to be just a dream.
Thanks for reading and sorry for the loooong post!
Take care!