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I have a friend [23F] who has incredibly intense panic attacks from even the thought of visiting any medical professional due to some traumatizing things from her past and even up until recently. She’s dealt most worryingly with a medical professional who touched her inappropriately at a young age and did so up until her senior year. She’s had orthodontists and dentists who have been particularly sadistic and seems to have a highly adverse reaction to almost any drugs (they typically don’t work on her which has caused her to be almost wide awake or at least conscious enough to feel or register what was happening to her during operations). Whether these claims are true or not (or even exaggerated from mental health related causes) I know one thing is true and it’s that she has intense panic attacks at even the idea of going to see someone for these issues of what I can only assume is undiagnosed PTSD. Just the other day she had had a panic attack when accompanying her s/o to an appointment that essentially incapacitated her. I want to get her help really bad but I’m not sure if there’s any way that I can possibly help her (despite living a few states from her) or if someone in the past has had rigorous panic attacks with very notable triggers related to going to see a medical professional. If she can’t figure out how to talk with a professional over this I fear what will happen if this continues much longer which worries me especially since I’ve been her friend for over 7 years. Any help is appreciated especially from anyone who has experience with PTSD. I am in contact with her s/o as well if perhaps this requires group planning.

I don’t know why even I’m written this text. Maybe just to put it out in some place. This days have been hard to me. Not for something that happened. But sometime I feel that I am alone, I that a deserve this. That my own brother don’t want me in his birthday. Maybe is just the shadow whispering in my ears. I’ve been in this place that I am right now before. But still when I’m on the ground, feeling disgusted with myself and useless, I don’t know what to do. Every time this time on year. Septemper or October. I fall. To a place that I don’t want to be more. I’ve been isolate myself in this years. I thanks all the gods to have my girlfriend, being with me, all the time. Or again, after 10 years, I think that the suicidal thoughts would invade my mind again. But am down. Hopping that this will pass again….

I’m 14, and I’ve been dealing with problems trying to change my main personality because I feel like people don’t like me the way I am. I think people don’t want to hang around someone who is quiet all the time and does stuff by his self because I’ve been known to have severe social anxiety. I just want to be the person that people want to hang out with. I watched stranger things and I got obsessed with a character named Steve Harrington. He is a confident character that everybody likes. I thought he was so cool, and he slowly became my alter ego. I changed the way I dressed and I’ve been trying to recreate his hair. I have been trying to replace my personality with my “Steve Harrington” alter ego and I’ve been having a hard time struggling between the two personalities almost like I’m stuck in between them and I don’t know which one I am anymore. I really don’t want to be the same person I am known as, but it is super difficult to change. I keep switching back and forth from them and it’s causing a lot of stress on me. I hope this gets noticed and doesn’t die in new.

I was in a car accident not even 3 months ago and I tore something in my shoulder in the same spot I tore it 3 years ago. It’s been doctors appointment after appointment and I got my first shot last week which didn’t do shit.

Im tired of being hurt. I can’t lift more than 10lbs with that arm. Or im not suppose to.

This shit is depressing. I regularly take more than prescribed pain killers, I just don’t want to feel anything. Im regularly depressed.

Can’t go to therapy anymore cause I have no transportation and no one cares enough to help me.

You guys I just want to sleep. Can I slip into a coma? Just for a few months and I swear I’ll be okay.

Im tired of being in pain all the time. Im tired of my brain being broken.

My life is a mess. How do people deal with being an adult. It’s boring and pointless.

I [f26] recently had an epiphany about my mental health/behaviour/self awareness, and need some perspective, or help, or just someone to talk to. I’ve been struggling with anxiety and depression, and some ptsd from my abusive past. I was talking to a friend who was upset that her family wasn’t inviting her over for Thanksgiving dinner (I live in Canada). This is the first year that I’ve lived alone, and I realized that I was kind of upset that I wasn’t doing anything for Thanksgiving either. But I never enjoyed our family dinners, any family dinners. After comforting my friend, I started thinking about why I would be upset that I wasn’t going to be having dinner with my family even though I knew I hated those events. So I started thinking about how I would describe my family to an outsider. I’ve tried to do this many times, but never really had any success in getting to the root of any of my issues with my family until then. I described it to myself in a way that gave me a sudden epiphany about my family dynamic and the way that I affected me.

Every single day, my family sat down to dinner. And I was scared. I sat as still as I possibly could (while still eating), I tried to make no noise, I didn’t look up from my plate, beacuse I was scared to set off my dad. He’s a very angry guy, and the slightest noise often set him off to screams and sometimes violence. My mom, my sisters, and I always did our best to avoid any sort of confrontation, whether it was chewing too loudly or accidentally scraping a fork on a plate. The entire time I sat there so scared that I or anybody else would set him off, because once one person did, no one was safe. This wasn’t true just at meal times, though that is the thing that helped me come to my realization. Anytime I was with my dad, I was afraid, and I tried to be as insignificant as I could be so that I wouldn’t set him off. For a long time, it felt like my sisters and I were allies, and that we could work together to help avoid any incidents. But eventually, my older sister started to act just like him, but only towards me. After he would leave the table and go to his room, everyone else would relax, but I kept being scared. The same things set her off, she could be even more violent and cruel, and it was specifically aimed at me. I realized in my self reflection what this did to me. In my mind, I believed that I wasn’t allowed to exist. I know it sounds weird, but I don’t know how else to phrase it. I had to limit every action and every sound. I couldn’t react to their anger, or it would be worse. I often hid in my room to try to avoid conflict, but sometimes they would come to me and seek it out. There was nowhere in that house that I felt safe. I finally moved out, and started living with roommeates in university but somehow I was still afraid. I wouldn’t do anything in any part of the apartment other than my room. I would only prepare food or do dishes when no one else was home, I’d eat and study in my room, and wait til everyone else left in the morning before I could shower, so that I woudn’t disturb anyone. I’d do laundry in the basement of the building only in the middle of the night, making sure I didn’t make any noise on my way out, so that no one would see me, so I wouldn’t be bothering anyone. I live alone now, and these behaviours got better for a while, but recently, I’ve been acting in the same ways that I did before. I come home, I shut down, I don’t reach out to friends. I don’t talk to anyone unless they talk to me first (which is why posting this is a huge deal). I shut down for months at a time, only going to work and then coming home and sleeping in my bathtub because for whatever reason, it’s the only place I felt safe for a while.

I don’t want to keep doing this. I am trying to get it into my head that I am allowed to exist. I am allowed to be a person and to make noise and to have relationships with people. Coming to this realization has already helped me a bit. I cleaned some of my apartment for the first time in a long time this weekend, but I am worried that my old habits will come back, and I will isolate and not really do anything to help myself anymore. I think this is a really big step into understanding what I need to do to make my life a little better, but I don’t know how else to go about recovery. Any advice would be appreciated.

Tldr: I’ve been scared my whole life to just exist around my abusive family, and because of it, I isolate my self in an unhealthy way frome everyone. Recently realized that I am allowed to/deserve to exist, no matter what their reaction.

They’re different for everyone. If you feel comfortable, share 3 words to describe yours.

Those who have or have experienced Generalized Anxiety Disorder, do you feel like GAD is a part of who you are? Or more something you have? What are ways in which having GAD can empower or benefit someone’s life? Or can it not?

I’m interested in the concept of neurodivergence, and wondering for this particular mental health category what people’s opinions and experiences are.

I feel defective… I was born with autism and I feel so defective compared to my peers. I can’t focus for very long I’m too hyper and talkative and i draw attention with my stimming. I scare people away because of my “quirks” I guess I give s bad impression since so many of my “friends” in high school didn’t accept my friend request and ghost me.

Or would that just be me making excuses?

Let me tell you a story..

One fine day in Arizona, there was a family. A family composed of a Rich wealthy Father, a beautiful Mother, a loving daughter(4) and a son (3) . They had a wonderful time, they went around the world. But one day, Father began to feel ill.

Years past. (Exactly 6 years)

And he went away for a very long time, since then the money that they once had were gone. Then Mother became to feel worried about her children, and she found a man that was wealthy. But that man only lasted for 4 years, and he too began to feel ill. Since then, Mother became to feel stress, son became to feel angered, and daughter felt her usual self.

But one morning, son began to feel possessed. Son was not his self he began to attack his sister and Mother. Mother was deeply worried, she took him to find a priest. The Priest baptized the boy, and Mother saw him blacked out and having movements on the ground.

And the Priest did not believe the Mother, Mother decided to take her son to multiple therapists and facility’s. They drugged, abused, locked up, transferred to other facilities. They had no idea what was wrong with the boy, they decided to hook him up to machines to read his brain waves and brain functions.

But they had no idea what was wrong with the boy, Mother began to feel suicidal and stressed. Her beauty went away, her money and her pride went away. The boy was enraged with anger, and he did not know how to control it. But one day, he felt to become suicidal and sad. He prayed day in and day out to Jesus Christ and God, but he began to slowly lose faith.

5 years has passed…

Once he got out of the facilities, he began to go into repentance and asking the Lord to help him.
More and more years has passed, until he turned 16.

He began to go into a waiting period, and found out the truth upon the World and it’s horrendous crimes. He wants to protect those who are weak and suffering, so such thing shall not happen to anyone else in the World.

He is praying to God every day and every night to give him strength, guidance, willpower, and healing. But he is also socially awkward, which he does not seem to care. During those tough times, he gained immunity and knew how to deal with such horrid events. He decided not to cry, not to pity himself. He decided to take his future and carve it with Jesus Christ, he the blood of a protector and a body a frail man.

To all those who suffer, the same or the worse. Remember there is always someone who cares about you, and that is Jesus Christ and God.

May you not cry

May you not suffer

May you not pity

May you stand up and protect.

God bless

and

Hail Christ.