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OK, this is my first post here and it's long as hell, I'm just trying to vent my anxiety, depression and life problems.
Feel free to skim read lol...
I've been shy my entire life and and it turned into social anxiety in my teen years. I ended up dropping out of school at age 15 to avoid speeches and peoples attention being focused on me. I missed a lot of school when I was 14-15 because I had Glandular Fever although I could have gone I just milked it because I hated school so much and I was also starting to get depression. The depression got worse and I came back for a few weeks then ended up leaving for good. The next year I did home school and went to my mums work during the day. I kept it up for a while but the depression was getting worse and I just got lazy and ended up quitting that too. I was home a lot and obviously bored, I had 2 friends that I would get drunk/stoned with occasionally and becoming more frequent. I was ashamed to admit that I didn't go to school. I hated meeting new people cause I knew that they would ask
"What school do you go to?" or "Where do you work?". I would usually lie and say I was still doing correspondence or looking for work. I had a few job interviews, and I got one working at a supermarket which lasted only 1 night. I woke up the next morning so sick with anxiety about having to go back the next day that I ended up ringing them up and quitting that too. I have a really bad self image as well and between the ages of 15-18 I used to think the only way I would be good looking is if I had heaps of plastic surgery. And i HATED my body, I still do now. I'm 6"2, scrawny, small chest/shoulders and waist, but my hips are 7-8 inches wider (measured around) than my waist, and about the same or maybe a little wider than my chest, making me look slightly feminine and triangular shaped.
I get soo depressed sometimes and I see other men who are straight up and down or V shaped and I just wish I could be like them.
I'm unsure if working out my upper body will make me look good or even normal, or if I will just look a bit better but still odd because of my bad natural body frame.
So I tend to be unmotivated to work out because I believe I can never make myself look good anyway.
Anyway so I was really depressed at ages 15-18 and had no job, no life, nothing. I started smoking more and more weed and a few times I would get paranoid when I was stoned by myself. Then one time when I was stoned I really freaked out. I remember looking at the walls and it looked like the patterns were faces, and everything surrounding me was really tense. It's hard to explain but it was like everything in the room had gasped and were all staring at me with anticipation, like something big was about to happen. I didn't think this stuff in my head, it was physical but it still freaked me out and I had to lie down. I also had this sensation that someone/thing was behind me. LIke I would see my shoulders at my sides and it felt like they were someone else's, like my head was detached from my body and it was someone else's body. Or if there was something behind me like a coat or cupboard and I would imagine it was a person I got freaked out. And when I moved it seemed like my movements would happen faster than I anticipated, making it seem ever more like someone else's body. I think I smoked once more and it happened again, but the day after it happened I was in the kitchen by myself, not stoned at all but I started thinking about it and I got the same sensation again. Maybe not quite as bad but still pretty terrifying. I had to stand with my back to the wall so there would be nothing behind me. Anyway this sensation lasted for a week. It was fucking hell. I would wake up every morning praying that I would get out of bed and feel normal but it was always the same, I thought I was going schizophrenic and kept looking up the symptoms on google. I thought I would give it one week then talk to my mum or a counsellor/doctor. I've never had anxiety that bad before, I always wanted to be around people cause it got way worse when I was alone. It kind of went away after a week although I was still anxious. After that I didn't smoke weed for a year.
After that year I got stoned a few times and sometimes I would get a little paranoid but then one time I had a huge cone and it happened again while I was at my friends house. Exactly the same stuff as last time, I told my friend but he obviously didn't understand how bad I felt and kind of ignored it.
I took another big break from weed and have since smoked a few times without freaking out. If I was really stoned I would find it too intense but it wasn't as bad as the other times. So it's been almost a year since I've smoked weed and I don't plan on ever having it again. But sometimes I freak out anyway like after I watched Paranormal Activity I was freaked out for a week or 2. The feeling of something being behind me or that there's a demon in me that's feeding off my negative energy and is becoming stronger and will posses me. Wow that sounds nuts, I mean I don't REALLY believe it it's just the sensation that freaks me out. And i don't KNOW for sure that demons don't exist. But if they do, the only thing I've heard about them is that they feed off negative energy and I'm depressed and anxious all the time!!
When it's not on my mind at all I'm fine, but sometimes when I start thinking about it I kind of spiral into an anxious state and get really paranoid that I'm going to go schizophrenic.
This stuff is always better when I am more social and aren't stuck at home all day by myself.
But the problem is that my social anxiety is so bad, I hate meeting new people and I hate it so bad when I feel myself blushing that I just avoid most social situations now. And the thought of getting a job, especially a customer service one totally freaks me out. I feel so stuck as well because I want to move out cause I'm getting really sick of some of my family members, especially my brother whom I share a room with and kicks me out every night at 10:00pm so he can go to bed. But I can't move out because I'm too anxious to get a job and even if I did, living on my own would probably make my depression and anxiety about going crazy worse.
And it's almost the end of the year and I don't know what I'm doing next year. I was looking at 3 different Photography courses but I'm freaked out about having to do presentations etc. Even one presentation in the whole course is enough to put me off.
I finished studying film and video post production in March this year and have had no job or anything else since.
I was studying for 2 years and It was quite fun but the presentations freaked me out so much. I would end up blushing so bad and being so short of breath that I could barely speak coherently. The last presentation I ended up getting meds to help me out but they didn't work very well and I didn't know what day of the week I would have to present so I would turn up to class half drunk and on diazepam. The tutor ended up putting off some of the presentations till next week so I just skipped the days I might have to present and eventually he forgot about it. I had to present my final project at the end of the year which I did without meds. It wasn't so bad because it was very informal, there weren't many people in the class and I only had to briefly explain what my movie was about.
My depression finally went away when I was about 18 (don't know why, nothing in my life changed) and that's when I started studying.
I was fine for over a year and I thought that it had gone for good but half way through my 2nd year it came back (again, no idea why)
and it made the last part of course really hard to finish assignments etc because I was so down and unmotivated.
Now I'm 21 and in such a rut and don't know what to do with my life and don't know if I'll ever be able to work.
+ I'm $1200 Overdraft, owe my credit card $400 (almost maxed out) and owe my mum $900
I was on the unemployment benefit (Welfare) but they had these weekly workshops that I had to go to which I hated and the last time I went they said next week they would be doing a role-play job interview of us in front of the rest of the class so I stopped coming and now my benefits been cut off and I only get $30 from my parents.
I went to my GP to get referred to a psychologist or psychiatrist but apparently they're not paying for people anymore because they're low on funds and it would cost me $120+ per session
Also I'm having issues about coming out. When I first found out (15ish) I planned to never tell anyone cause I thought it was so bad.
Now I've told a couple of friends and my sister but I think I might have some internalized homophobia because I'm uncomfortable talking about it or when people say "DO you think that guy's hot?" etc. And I can't bring myself to tell the rest of my family, especially my brothers. I guess I still am ashamed of it.
I know I shouldn't be, I just don't want to be seen as feminine or anything. And the other problem is that I tend to only be attracted to older guys (40-60) and my family and friends would totally freak out if I started going out with a guy that age. But I also want to spend my life with someone I can relate to and have fun with, more closer to my age so I don't know if I'll ever find anyone...
I know it's a long post but if anyone could give advice on one of these issues it would be great, even if not, it's still good to get this stuff off my chest
Feel free to skim read lol...
I've been shy my entire life and and it turned into social anxiety in my teen years. I ended up dropping out of school at age 15 to avoid speeches and peoples attention being focused on me. I missed a lot of school when I was 14-15 because I had Glandular Fever although I could have gone I just milked it because I hated school so much and I was also starting to get depression. The depression got worse and I came back for a few weeks then ended up leaving for good. The next year I did home school and went to my mums work during the day. I kept it up for a while but the depression was getting worse and I just got lazy and ended up quitting that too. I was home a lot and obviously bored, I had 2 friends that I would get drunk/stoned with occasionally and becoming more frequent. I was ashamed to admit that I didn't go to school. I hated meeting new people cause I knew that they would ask
"What school do you go to?" or "Where do you work?". I would usually lie and say I was still doing correspondence or looking for work. I had a few job interviews, and I got one working at a supermarket which lasted only 1 night. I woke up the next morning so sick with anxiety about having to go back the next day that I ended up ringing them up and quitting that too. I have a really bad self image as well and between the ages of 15-18 I used to think the only way I would be good looking is if I had heaps of plastic surgery. And i HATED my body, I still do now. I'm 6"2, scrawny, small chest/shoulders and waist, but my hips are 7-8 inches wider (measured around) than my waist, and about the same or maybe a little wider than my chest, making me look slightly feminine and triangular shaped.
I get soo depressed sometimes and I see other men who are straight up and down or V shaped and I just wish I could be like them.
I'm unsure if working out my upper body will make me look good or even normal, or if I will just look a bit better but still odd because of my bad natural body frame.
So I tend to be unmotivated to work out because I believe I can never make myself look good anyway.
Anyway so I was really depressed at ages 15-18 and had no job, no life, nothing. I started smoking more and more weed and a few times I would get paranoid when I was stoned by myself. Then one time when I was stoned I really freaked out. I remember looking at the walls and it looked like the patterns were faces, and everything surrounding me was really tense. It's hard to explain but it was like everything in the room had gasped and were all staring at me with anticipation, like something big was about to happen. I didn't think this stuff in my head, it was physical but it still freaked me out and I had to lie down. I also had this sensation that someone/thing was behind me. LIke I would see my shoulders at my sides and it felt like they were someone else's, like my head was detached from my body and it was someone else's body. Or if there was something behind me like a coat or cupboard and I would imagine it was a person I got freaked out. And when I moved it seemed like my movements would happen faster than I anticipated, making it seem ever more like someone else's body. I think I smoked once more and it happened again, but the day after it happened I was in the kitchen by myself, not stoned at all but I started thinking about it and I got the same sensation again. Maybe not quite as bad but still pretty terrifying. I had to stand with my back to the wall so there would be nothing behind me. Anyway this sensation lasted for a week. It was fucking hell. I would wake up every morning praying that I would get out of bed and feel normal but it was always the same, I thought I was going schizophrenic and kept looking up the symptoms on google. I thought I would give it one week then talk to my mum or a counsellor/doctor. I've never had anxiety that bad before, I always wanted to be around people cause it got way worse when I was alone. It kind of went away after a week although I was still anxious. After that I didn't smoke weed for a year.
After that year I got stoned a few times and sometimes I would get a little paranoid but then one time I had a huge cone and it happened again while I was at my friends house. Exactly the same stuff as last time, I told my friend but he obviously didn't understand how bad I felt and kind of ignored it.
I took another big break from weed and have since smoked a few times without freaking out. If I was really stoned I would find it too intense but it wasn't as bad as the other times. So it's been almost a year since I've smoked weed and I don't plan on ever having it again. But sometimes I freak out anyway like after I watched Paranormal Activity I was freaked out for a week or 2. The feeling of something being behind me or that there's a demon in me that's feeding off my negative energy and is becoming stronger and will posses me. Wow that sounds nuts, I mean I don't REALLY believe it it's just the sensation that freaks me out. And i don't KNOW for sure that demons don't exist. But if they do, the only thing I've heard about them is that they feed off negative energy and I'm depressed and anxious all the time!!
When it's not on my mind at all I'm fine, but sometimes when I start thinking about it I kind of spiral into an anxious state and get really paranoid that I'm going to go schizophrenic.
This stuff is always better when I am more social and aren't stuck at home all day by myself.
But the problem is that my social anxiety is so bad, I hate meeting new people and I hate it so bad when I feel myself blushing that I just avoid most social situations now. And the thought of getting a job, especially a customer service one totally freaks me out. I feel so stuck as well because I want to move out cause I'm getting really sick of some of my family members, especially my brother whom I share a room with and kicks me out every night at 10:00pm so he can go to bed. But I can't move out because I'm too anxious to get a job and even if I did, living on my own would probably make my depression and anxiety about going crazy worse.
And it's almost the end of the year and I don't know what I'm doing next year. I was looking at 3 different Photography courses but I'm freaked out about having to do presentations etc. Even one presentation in the whole course is enough to put me off.
I finished studying film and video post production in March this year and have had no job or anything else since.
I was studying for 2 years and It was quite fun but the presentations freaked me out so much. I would end up blushing so bad and being so short of breath that I could barely speak coherently. The last presentation I ended up getting meds to help me out but they didn't work very well and I didn't know what day of the week I would have to present so I would turn up to class half drunk and on diazepam. The tutor ended up putting off some of the presentations till next week so I just skipped the days I might have to present and eventually he forgot about it. I had to present my final project at the end of the year which I did without meds. It wasn't so bad because it was very informal, there weren't many people in the class and I only had to briefly explain what my movie was about.
My depression finally went away when I was about 18 (don't know why, nothing in my life changed) and that's when I started studying.
I was fine for over a year and I thought that it had gone for good but half way through my 2nd year it came back (again, no idea why)
and it made the last part of course really hard to finish assignments etc because I was so down and unmotivated.
Now I'm 21 and in such a rut and don't know what to do with my life and don't know if I'll ever be able to work.
+ I'm $1200 Overdraft, owe my credit card $400 (almost maxed out) and owe my mum $900
I was on the unemployment benefit (Welfare) but they had these weekly workshops that I had to go to which I hated and the last time I went they said next week they would be doing a role-play job interview of us in front of the rest of the class so I stopped coming and now my benefits been cut off and I only get $30 from my parents.
I went to my GP to get referred to a psychologist or psychiatrist but apparently they're not paying for people anymore because they're low on funds and it would cost me $120+ per session
Also I'm having issues about coming out. When I first found out (15ish) I planned to never tell anyone cause I thought it was so bad.
Now I've told a couple of friends and my sister but I think I might have some internalized homophobia because I'm uncomfortable talking about it or when people say "DO you think that guy's hot?" etc. And I can't bring myself to tell the rest of my family, especially my brothers. I guess I still am ashamed of it.
I know I shouldn't be, I just don't want to be seen as feminine or anything. And the other problem is that I tend to only be attracted to older guys (40-60) and my family and friends would totally freak out if I started going out with a guy that age. But I also want to spend my life with someone I can relate to and have fun with, more closer to my age so I don't know if I'll ever find anyone...
I know it's a long post but if anyone could give advice on one of these issues it would be great, even if not, it's still good to get this stuff off my chest


















