I didn't have a panic attack or sweat. It was acceptance; that I have no friends, but getting through the day is most important. Of course I relapse often, but I'd rather experience this over again than constantly worrying about pointless stuff.

Sometimes I'm afraid, I think people don't like me or worse. That they want to hurt me, or if they talk to me it's out of pity because I'm mentally ill. That's why I'm avoidant and don't talk much, because I'm probably a burden to everyone I know. Anyone ever feel the same?