dredsina
07-25-2011, 06:15 AM
I really hope I stick with this forum because I think I could reap a lot of benefits from it, and I think I could maybe even help people myself.
I guess we all have a story, right? Well here's my story:
I'm 21 and trying to study to be an animator. "Trying" is the key word because I've struggled in school for just about my whole life, and my struggles have only gotten worse and worse. My anxiety and depression almost got me flunked out of high school, and even staying an extra year, I barely graduated. I did pretty well in community college! I got a 3.9 GPA (I totally would've gotten a 4.0, but of course I was never totally free from my anxiety during that time), and then I applied to transfer to a big university, which I started in January. From there, things spiraled downwards. In addition to general anxiety, I also have social anxiety, and the fact that I had a roommate who was a relative stranger (and spent most of her time in our room) meant that there was no place for me to escape. There was no place for me to be alone. I could not find a single place to hide. My anxiety never gave me a moment's peace. I was doing fairly well in my classes until my anxiety caught up with me and I had a catastrophic trainwreck. I started having panic attack after panic attack, became agoraphobic, even to the point of shutting myself in the closet and barricading myself under my bed. I gave up on those hiding spots because my roommate needed to use the closet and my other roommates were not as understanding about barricading myself under my bed. I was constantly on edge, trembling, twitching, tense. Predictably, I failed every class that semester (except I got a D- in a block class, which had ended halfway through the semester, otherwise I would've failed that one too). I was a mess when I got home mid-April at semester's end. I couldn't talk to anyone about what had happened. I was terribly ashamed of myself, shut myself in my room, found myself crying a lot. I'm still trying to climb out of that depression, but it's been getting worse recently because I've been trying to do illustration work for a professional client but my anxiety is preventing me from even beginning the task. I've been having panic attacks over it, too, and it's been increasingly difficult to get out of bed every day. I don't even want to draw anymore. I want to get control of my anxiety so I can have control of my life.
So yeah, that is my story!
I guess we all have a story, right? Well here's my story:
I'm 21 and trying to study to be an animator. "Trying" is the key word because I've struggled in school for just about my whole life, and my struggles have only gotten worse and worse. My anxiety and depression almost got me flunked out of high school, and even staying an extra year, I barely graduated. I did pretty well in community college! I got a 3.9 GPA (I totally would've gotten a 4.0, but of course I was never totally free from my anxiety during that time), and then I applied to transfer to a big university, which I started in January. From there, things spiraled downwards. In addition to general anxiety, I also have social anxiety, and the fact that I had a roommate who was a relative stranger (and spent most of her time in our room) meant that there was no place for me to escape. There was no place for me to be alone. I could not find a single place to hide. My anxiety never gave me a moment's peace. I was doing fairly well in my classes until my anxiety caught up with me and I had a catastrophic trainwreck. I started having panic attack after panic attack, became agoraphobic, even to the point of shutting myself in the closet and barricading myself under my bed. I gave up on those hiding spots because my roommate needed to use the closet and my other roommates were not as understanding about barricading myself under my bed. I was constantly on edge, trembling, twitching, tense. Predictably, I failed every class that semester (except I got a D- in a block class, which had ended halfway through the semester, otherwise I would've failed that one too). I was a mess when I got home mid-April at semester's end. I couldn't talk to anyone about what had happened. I was terribly ashamed of myself, shut myself in my room, found myself crying a lot. I'm still trying to climb out of that depression, but it's been getting worse recently because I've been trying to do illustration work for a professional client but my anxiety is preventing me from even beginning the task. I've been having panic attacks over it, too, and it's been increasingly difficult to get out of bed every day. I don't even want to draw anymore. I want to get control of my anxiety so I can have control of my life.
So yeah, that is my story!