Can anyone relate? I’d love to just get a fucking job, do my work and go home. Instead when I was working my life was a constant cycle of panicking while at work about everything and feeling sick to my stomach and trying not to cry all day, to getting home just for me to feel all that same anxiety because I have to go back there the next morning. There were many times I saw no point in living because I was so unhappy and my anxiety was so exhausting both physically and mentally. Like is it normal to feel this way? Is this just normal adult life? Even though I know I have had anxiety my entire life, I still feel so guilty and ashamed about it, as if I’m lying and just being lazy even though I’m not. 

I don’t know how normal people just live their lives without constantly wanting to cry, run away and live in the woods, or just simply curl up and die. If it weren’t for my mother being so understanding and supportive while I try to find a medication that works, I would see no point in being here. I’d have no income, and because of that I’d have no home, I’d lose my cats, I’d lose contact with my younger sister. My anxiety reminds me of this all the time. I’m so incredibly dependant on my family and I feel so ashamed about it.