
AtLeastThere'sSalad
Member
- Dec 10, 2020
- 19
I could fix a lot of my problems if I didn't have social anxiety. I'd be able to be honest with my therapist and family, hang out with my friends, actually fight for the things that are important to me, leave the house, stay in a public area for more than an hour without feeling nauseous, explore, travel. I've been isolating myself for years. I dropped out of high school because I had panic attacks all the time going to school or just submitting an assignment after I switched to online school a couple years ago. I have friends, but we don't talk much. I'm so fucking lonely and I can't change that because I'm terrified to talk to anyone, even over text. It pisses me off. Texting my best friend shouldn't be this hard. Going to therapy shouldn't be this hard. Going to the grocery store or hanging out at the mall shouldn't make me vomit.
It's not like it's new to me though. I've been in therapy since I was 13 because of it. It makes me feel lonely, but nothing helps. I dream of traveling the world, but I can't even leave my house. I know people care about me and I have reasons to live, but what's the point of living for people I can't talk to or a future where I'm still crippled by my anxiety? I can't ask for help. Posting here is all I can do now because when I write in a journal I can hear my future self laughing and feeling embarrassed for whatever I wrote.
The way to fix it would be to ask for help, but I can't. I'm scared and desperate. I don't know if I even want to live if it means dealing with the same stupid fears forever.
It's not like it's new to me though. I've been in therapy since I was 13 because of it. It makes me feel lonely, but nothing helps. I dream of traveling the world, but I can't even leave my house. I know people care about me and I have reasons to live, but what's the point of living for people I can't talk to or a future where I'm still crippled by my anxiety? I can't ask for help. Posting here is all I can do now because when I write in a journal I can hear my future self laughing and feeling embarrassed for whatever I wrote.
The way to fix it would be to ask for help, but I can't. I'm scared and desperate. I don't know if I even want to live if it means dealing with the same stupid fears forever.