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I'm new. And I have social phobia or anxiety disorder. Whatever.
I was a teenager or something when I first found out I had it. It was nothing so dramatic, I was just searching through websites, read something on social anxiety disorder, found it fit me exactly, unlike so many other disorders, and said to myself, "Oh, so that's the name for what's wrong with me." I've had it since I was born, or at least for as long as I can remember. And I can remember back to when I was two or three. So, you could say it's not situational. But it is. The whole world is one awful "situation".
How do you "get over" this shit? Let's see if there's anything I haven't tried. Psychologists? They're all so full of it. They either don't understand me, or want me to talk through my problems and solve them on my own (gee genius, if I could solve my problems on my own I won't be here at all, would I?), or both. Not to mention they try to treat me for "agoraphobia". WTF? I might be a basketcase, but it's not so bad that I'm going to start thinking I'm having a heart attack or something. Plus I think my problems are bad enough without panic attacks. Maybe things would be easier if I got them. Perhaps people would be more sympathetic if I held my heart, collapsed and started to say "OMG I'm dying!!!!" or something like that every time I was feeling particularly bad anxiety. Ha, I doubt it. They'd probably just laugh. And then there's medication. The insomnia actually adds to problems instead of taking away, okay? More hours in the day to be depressed, and then tired on top of that. My parents wish my personality would do a complete 180 just after popping a pill, but it's not that simple.
If people were generally good, if these things were all just "in my head", I think I would have gotten over these "irrational" fears a LONG time ago. You see I wanted to have friends. I wanted to be socially involved with other members of the human race. I wanted to be "normal". But after I got a little taste of what's "normal", I realize social anxiety is what should be "normal". People are generally evil. They will step on you to bring themselves up, socially, emotionally, professionally, academically, just for a laugh, it doesn't matter. It's because of people I grew from just being a little afraid of social situations with other people, to HATING other people. I hate them so bad. So you don't think I'm some kind of egomaniac, you should know I hate myself most of all. I hate this whole entire planet, I wish I could die. But sadly, thanks to God, if one exists I hate it too, I'm afraid of everything, including death.
The only way I got through junior high was thinking things would get better. The only way I got through high school, which was worse, was by thinking that things would be magically better, that people would be magically better, once I was out. Someone told me they would be. I was an idiot to believe them. It doesn't matter what you do or don't do, things never get better. Only worse. I just want to end it all. I don't want to feel bad any more.
I was a teenager or something when I first found out I had it. It was nothing so dramatic, I was just searching through websites, read something on social anxiety disorder, found it fit me exactly, unlike so many other disorders, and said to myself, "Oh, so that's the name for what's wrong with me." I've had it since I was born, or at least for as long as I can remember. And I can remember back to when I was two or three. So, you could say it's not situational. But it is. The whole world is one awful "situation".
How do you "get over" this shit? Let's see if there's anything I haven't tried. Psychologists? They're all so full of it. They either don't understand me, or want me to talk through my problems and solve them on my own (gee genius, if I could solve my problems on my own I won't be here at all, would I?), or both. Not to mention they try to treat me for "agoraphobia". WTF? I might be a basketcase, but it's not so bad that I'm going to start thinking I'm having a heart attack or something. Plus I think my problems are bad enough without panic attacks. Maybe things would be easier if I got them. Perhaps people would be more sympathetic if I held my heart, collapsed and started to say "OMG I'm dying!!!!" or something like that every time I was feeling particularly bad anxiety. Ha, I doubt it. They'd probably just laugh. And then there's medication. The insomnia actually adds to problems instead of taking away, okay? More hours in the day to be depressed, and then tired on top of that. My parents wish my personality would do a complete 180 just after popping a pill, but it's not that simple.
If people were generally good, if these things were all just "in my head", I think I would have gotten over these "irrational" fears a LONG time ago. You see I wanted to have friends. I wanted to be socially involved with other members of the human race. I wanted to be "normal". But after I got a little taste of what's "normal", I realize social anxiety is what should be "normal". People are generally evil. They will step on you to bring themselves up, socially, emotionally, professionally, academically, just for a laugh, it doesn't matter. It's because of people I grew from just being a little afraid of social situations with other people, to HATING other people. I hate them so bad. So you don't think I'm some kind of egomaniac, you should know I hate myself most of all. I hate this whole entire planet, I wish I could die. But sadly, thanks to God, if one exists I hate it too, I'm afraid of everything, including death.
The only way I got through junior high was thinking things would get better. The only way I got through high school, which was worse, was by thinking that things would be magically better, that people would be magically better, once I was out. Someone told me they would be. I was an idiot to believe them. It doesn't matter what you do or don't do, things never get better. Only worse. I just want to end it all. I don't want to feel bad any more.