It's not me causing me my aniexty, it's my environment, it's the people I surround myself with and I feel so trapped.

I am anxious because I come home to 2 slob drunks who can't even help someone get their antidepressants picked up when I did nothing but clean for them all day while AT WORK.

I am anxious because I'm not comfortable in my home where they're loud, drunk and often naked or obscene in front of me, and this can occur WHILE I'M WORKING (at home)

I am anxious because asking of anything is like pulling a teeth, to pick up a left out dish I'd be better off punching them straight in the head.

Family or not, I am tired and distraught. It's been too long, I've ruled out all that's left, it's time this troubled boy leaves this goddamn shitfest.