livingdgirl07
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And yes by give up I mean get rid of myself. Dealing with my problems is exhausting and I just want to be done with it or be like a normal human being.
There may be alot of reasons why I am the way I am but they don't really matter now. What does matter is that I've been in therapy for most of my twenties and it doesn't seem to be getting better. It's ruining my life. No matter what I try to do in life I hold myself back with these ridiculous issues. This is the sickest part of social phobia..that you're aware of it, aware that you are standing in your own way but somehow you still can't fix it. With other mental illnesses, i look at people and think how lucky they are to be in denial about it-you can't be in denial about social phobia.
- People tell me I'm attractive yet I hardly ever get asked out.
- I avoid going out because I know I'll say or do something wrong or idiotic.
- I try not to talk because when i do I obsess over what I said, how I said it etc.
- When I go out I have panic attacks before, during and after
- People suggested I model so I started until I had to take pictures and then it became obvious how uncomfortable I am and it shows up as bad pictures.
- I gave up performing of any kind because I panic so badly
- I procrastinate so much that I haven't applied to grad school making even my plan b impossible to obtain.
- I no longer have health insurance so the therapist and the medication is out of pocket.
- I keep getting different medicines for every different little issue
- I shake when I speak aloud even if I don't feel nervous-my body still goes into panic mode
- I have no one to talk to about my problems with
- I'm afraid of everything social, that I'll lose my job, friends, family because of something I said wrong.
The list goes on. It's just too much. I really don't feel like dealing with it anymore and how long am I supposed to let it go on? I work with a man in his sixties who has never gotten over his and now he hangs out with his sister when he's not hiding in his bedroom. He's a brilliant writer who amounted to nothing because he was too afraid and he's socially awkward.
I will NOT still be dealing with this when I'm in my 60s-not even when I'm thirty as a matter of fact. I won't be happy wishing for the rest of my life that I could have been the person I wanted to be. I am just about done with all of this nonsense.
There may be alot of reasons why I am the way I am but they don't really matter now. What does matter is that I've been in therapy for most of my twenties and it doesn't seem to be getting better. It's ruining my life. No matter what I try to do in life I hold myself back with these ridiculous issues. This is the sickest part of social phobia..that you're aware of it, aware that you are standing in your own way but somehow you still can't fix it. With other mental illnesses, i look at people and think how lucky they are to be in denial about it-you can't be in denial about social phobia.
- People tell me I'm attractive yet I hardly ever get asked out.
- I avoid going out because I know I'll say or do something wrong or idiotic.
- I try not to talk because when i do I obsess over what I said, how I said it etc.
- When I go out I have panic attacks before, during and after
- People suggested I model so I started until I had to take pictures and then it became obvious how uncomfortable I am and it shows up as bad pictures.
- I gave up performing of any kind because I panic so badly
- I procrastinate so much that I haven't applied to grad school making even my plan b impossible to obtain.
- I no longer have health insurance so the therapist and the medication is out of pocket.
- I keep getting different medicines for every different little issue
- I shake when I speak aloud even if I don't feel nervous-my body still goes into panic mode
- I have no one to talk to about my problems with
- I'm afraid of everything social, that I'll lose my job, friends, family because of something I said wrong.
The list goes on. It's just too much. I really don't feel like dealing with it anymore and how long am I supposed to let it go on? I work with a man in his sixties who has never gotten over his and now he hangs out with his sister when he's not hiding in his bedroom. He's a brilliant writer who amounted to nothing because he was too afraid and he's socially awkward.
I will NOT still be dealing with this when I'm in my 60s-not even when I'm thirty as a matter of fact. I won't be happy wishing for the rest of my life that I could have been the person I wanted to be. I am just about done with all of this nonsense.