I feel like I've hidden this horrible disability for so long, everyone thinks I'm crazy.
In college, cliques of girls in our dorm spread a rumor that I was a coke-head, because I talked faster than everyone and acted differently in crowds. I did not hold onto any friendships throughout my twenties, and despite so many suicidal periods of time, I'm proud to say I'm still here. Barely
My mom was an alcoholic. Her liver failed 3 times in my 20's before we lost her last July. I was her person for most of the time she was sick, and I always kept my job and just made myself available to her. Because of that, she and I became best friends. But she couldn't stop drinking, and we couldn't get her to treatment in time.
5 years ago, I was in a car accident that broke my neck and my back. I was bedridden in a back brace for 2 years, and went back to work 2 years ago. (3 years after the accident)
In the last year, my company moved me 3000 miles, but then my mom passed away, and then I lost my job (stress brings on panic attacks and then everything spirals downwards) and finally, I moved back home. A real estate war soon erupted between family members.
I recovered professionally for a short time, then quit another job because of daily panic attacks, and moved into my moms home, even though she had just passed. Now, I spend my days isolated at home.
I can sometimes leave the house for a quick errand, but I feel like I have to trick myself to go. I started my own company so that I wouldn't have to leave the house. I really can't leave the house very often without issue.
I have lost several family members from suicide and I know that the anxiety I'm feeling had to have been a part of what they felt as well. I refuse to leave the world in that manner, but I'm just in so much pain. I understand completely how they could have ever arrived at that decision, and it breaks my heart that I can relate so easily and I can't help them now. My mother's sister and my father's brother. I know that they understood what I am going through, based on stories I've heard about them, but I'll never have the opportunity to ask them about it.
At 22 years old, in 2010, my family doctor ridiculed me when I complained of extreme anxiety. He was my father's best friend, and he expected me to follow in my dad's footsteps professionally. Because of these ridiculous expectations, my doctor told me that I was totally normal when I knew I wasn't. My family put so much pressure on me to be perfect and successful that I did not feel comfortable talking to them about anything.
I think a big part of this is social anxiety, but I've been hiding this for so long, I really don't know. I'm outgoing and get along with everyone. I'm a super clean freak and am very particular about certain things, and I wonder, if I am struggling with OCD also. Like I said, I've moved across the country twice in the last year and I lost my mom, and I'm just at my wits end. Too many bad things happened in a short period of time. And I am asking for help.
Anxiety sucks. I am done dealing with it. I just want it gone. I am so motivated in every other part of my life and this just drags me down. I really hope someone can relate or reach out. I really don't have anyone to talk to anymore.
Thank you for reading.
Ae