sluna85
10-15-2008, 02:27 AM
I'm completly at a loss right now. My anxiety is starting to get a death grib on my life again and I feel powerless to stop it. I've had it since I was a small child, probable my whole life. I've waned in an out of control since then. About a year and a half ago a doctor finaly told me that I was having panic attacks. Since then I've realized everything in my life revolves around my anexity. I fear so many things. Sometimes the fear is sutile, just a random thought of how the building could collapse on me, and then I wince and push it aside. Other times I will break down into tears at the sheer thought of entering the building, for I'm certian it will come down on me. Since I've found out what I have, and have started to research it, I have gained a general control. Not to mention my life has been pretty great this past year.
But now the walls are pressing in on me. Everywhere I turn there are more things to fear, more things that make me feel lost and helpless. Not even praying to the Goddess can sooth this pain. I know I should see someone. I've had countless people tell me I will get better if I go see a counsiler, and living on campus I have access to several. But I cant...I dont know what it is I fear so much about this but I just cant. It's like I have a secreat idenity and if I go see a counciler my idenity will be revealed and my world will shatter. I will no longer be able to stand on my own two feet. But I guess I'm no longer standing anyway. Swaying helplessly, waiting for someone to catch me before I fall.
I'm afraid of myself. I use to cut. I don't want to ever do that again, and in truth I don't hate myself the way I did in those dark days. But I also know the relif it brings. And sometimes my skin crawls, itching from the inside, as if something wants to be let out. I dont really have a goal in life right now. Two months ago I had a goal, and I achived that goal. I have other life goals, but they seem so distant so unrealistic, so unsure, I can't even force myself to think about them becuase all the doubts and uncertianties overpower me. So why am I here? It is so strange to feel this horrible. I know the beauty in life. I watch the beautiful colors of the leafs falling to the ground and now the all is alive. I know the god and goddess are in each leaf and it is gorgous. I know I was born to admire life, to be something beautiful myself. Why can't I enjoy the gifts I've been given?
But I do. There are moments when I am the happiest person I know. Smiling, laughing, teasing, jumping around like a squirl on crack. But I'm detached. I'm no longer connected to life the way I was a few months ago. What will become of me?
But now the walls are pressing in on me. Everywhere I turn there are more things to fear, more things that make me feel lost and helpless. Not even praying to the Goddess can sooth this pain. I know I should see someone. I've had countless people tell me I will get better if I go see a counsiler, and living on campus I have access to several. But I cant...I dont know what it is I fear so much about this but I just cant. It's like I have a secreat idenity and if I go see a counciler my idenity will be revealed and my world will shatter. I will no longer be able to stand on my own two feet. But I guess I'm no longer standing anyway. Swaying helplessly, waiting for someone to catch me before I fall.
I'm afraid of myself. I use to cut. I don't want to ever do that again, and in truth I don't hate myself the way I did in those dark days. But I also know the relif it brings. And sometimes my skin crawls, itching from the inside, as if something wants to be let out. I dont really have a goal in life right now. Two months ago I had a goal, and I achived that goal. I have other life goals, but they seem so distant so unrealistic, so unsure, I can't even force myself to think about them becuase all the doubts and uncertianties overpower me. So why am I here? It is so strange to feel this horrible. I know the beauty in life. I watch the beautiful colors of the leafs falling to the ground and now the all is alive. I know the god and goddess are in each leaf and it is gorgous. I know I was born to admire life, to be something beautiful myself. Why can't I enjoy the gifts I've been given?
But I do. There are moments when I am the happiest person I know. Smiling, laughing, teasing, jumping around like a squirl on crack. But I'm detached. I'm no longer connected to life the way I was a few months ago. What will become of me?