Hi there, everyone. I apologize in advance for the giant rant you're about to see. I literally just googled anxiety forums and found this one, because I honestly don't know what to do anymore.
I'm sorry. I should introduce myself at least, before I allow myself to indulge in way more self-loathing than is good for me. My name is Paige. I am 23 years old, I love to read, write and game in my spare time. I have a full-time job, and a cat who has me wrapped around her finger. A family, and friends that I love very much. I shuffle between having high self confidence, to hating my every word or action when I do something 'wrong' or make someone angry with me because of something I've done or said. I'm having more and more trouble controlling my anxiety lately, and seeing the good parts of me I know are there. I just keep focusing on the bad, which I know full well is extremely unhealthy.
I've never been diagnosed by a doctor, but I don't need to be. I know that I have very nearly what is a textbook case of Generalized Anxiety Disorder, and I cannot do anything without thinking of fifty different ways it could go wrong. Before I even walk outside in the morning to go to work, I am already preparing for the worst. I've trained myself to be that way. It's bred into every bone of my body. I get irritated easily, I stress out if I have too many things thrown at me at once. I hate any situation that is uncertain, and I hate change because of that. I also have social anxiety. Crowds make me nervous. I have to psych myself up to make phone calls, and I'm usually shaking by the time they're done. I've also been feeling a little dizziness, and I've been getting sick more as well. People stress me out. They exhaust me.
I've been thinking about going to a doctor lately, to get some sort of help, some medication to stabilize me, but even when I think about it, my mind won't stop telling me no. "What if your medical insurance runs out? What if the doctors have to run a ton of tests before they can help you? Do you really want to do that? Do you really need this or are you just not trying hard enough? You should just stop talking. You should just stop thinking. You should just go away. Nobody needs you. They won't miss you."
All my mind ever gives me is an endless slew of questions and mapped-out scenarios of what might happen and how much everyone must hate me, and I'm so tired. I'm so tired of fighting it. I'm not even sure if I'm making much sense at the moment because I know I'm right on the edge of a panic attack, and I can't stop thinking. I can't stop typing. I'm sorry.
Suggestions, please? Anything. I can't do this on my own. For once in my life, I just want someone to tell me. What should I do?