I'm so weird and I can't stop saying weird things and making people think I'm a bitch or mentally unwell just because I can't follow social norms, I'm barely getting out of bed anymore, there's just this dark cloud of fear and self-hatred following me around wherever I go. Whenever I think about starting a hobby or writing or something I get this huge pit in my stomach. I want to go downstairs and get food but my parents saw me drunk again and the fact that they think I'm mentally I'll makes me hate myself. I literally can't ignore the fact that everything I do is wrong and be self-aware of it.

I'm on Zoloft and my anxiety's sliiightly better than before but it's still bad

Idk, kinda just venting but would love any advice or thoughts or commiseration