#Anxiety struggles

[adhdgirl-d96]

ADHD is so depressing

•You will fit in everywhere but nowhere

•You are extremely arrogant but very much aware of your own faults

•Capable of anything yet not motivated to do a thing

•Witty and charismatic but low tolerance for bullshit people

• Great with advice but follow none of it

•You are most likely a genius but have trouble handling your own emotions

•You love being different but you hate being misunderstood

•You are an extrovert that needs a lot of Personal Space

•Easily understand the thoughts of others but find it hard to translate your own

[yourfavanxioussunshine]

hate it when anxiety manifests itself in the physical form

[vanitythevantropist]

DISCLAIMER: This is a vent post. If you don’t want to listen to that, you can tap out

TRIGGER WARNINGS INCLUDE: mentions of anxiety and heart palpitations (the general)

So uh-

Yeah, anxiety’s hit back again. I have no idea why. My therapist brought up the fact that I might have Generalised Anxiety Disorder (GAD) a while ago but I have no idea, yet (I’m not diagnosed so it’s just a theory)

Who the hell knows why but the anxiety likes to flare up at random and it’s so bloody annoying. I’ll randomly get heart palpitations and I just can’t figure out what the cause of stress is

Waiting to get another appointment with my therapist to sort this out but man, it sucks

[the-moonjay-forest-system]

Making friends is hard.

I kinda hate when people don't take me seriously when I say I have barely any friends. Like I have two people I consider friends. One friendship is long distance across countries and the other is sorta hanging by a thread right now. I only message one person every single day and I only message four people on a regular basis (two of those people are my siblings whom I live with)

The thing is I'll have these random encounters with people, specifically groups of people my age and I'll of known atleast one of them from when we used to go to school together, for some reason they'll invite me to hang out with them which I agree to. Then once we've made our seperate ways, even if we've exchanged numbers or social media or whatever, we'll not speak to eachover again. It's not like these encounters have happened lots of times but I can count atleast three times and the last two were really close together.

My sister sees me hang out with these groups of strangers and jokes how I have more friends than her, I tell her I'll probably never speak to any of them again but she probably doesn't believe me. I'm sure I'm partially to blame I get too anxious to message these people first, I'm never the one to confront them in real life either it's always been them coming up to me.

And when I was hanging out with them I always felt so awkward and out of place. I just knew I wasn't one of them but I wanted to be, I wanted more friends I wanted a group of my own! I envied all the people I went to highschool with who'd post photos of them just hanging out and doing random teen stuff, all the stuff I missed out on. These random encounters are my only taste of that but it doesn't feel right and it doesn't feel real.

So I'll spend 90% of my time drowning in loneliness but it'll never be taken seriously because there's those moment of hope..that fizzle out almost immediately.

[thatcreepydoll]

im actually gonna snap if one more thing pisses me off i’m going to have a breakdown everyone and everything is so annoying and so mean and frustrating i can’t take it anymore i want to have one good day like please

[viablemess]

I'm telling yall what I need someone to tell me bc it'll help me cope and I hope it'll help yall too. An assignment (work or school) should not trigger a fight or flight response. Don't give it that much power. That is not to say it cannot be really, really important to you, but it is (probably) not a life or death situation. It's okay if you feel like it is, though, because I do too, and we will practice overcoming this together. So I'll sit with you while you remember to breathe, even if your brain is telling your body to calm down, even if you can't calm down.

In the big scheme of life, it is just a moment. It is just one thing. It does not define you as a human. Just breathe in and breathe out and remember that you probably won't feel the same way by the time the sun rises, and if you do, I'll sit with you then, too.

[theunattainable]

Masturbating to help me sleep

[dosiadove]

today was a high anxiety day for me and I've been fighting tears. I wanted to make a list of things I am grateful for lately to help.

☆ food we got from the truck yesterday (mainly flour to make desserts with)

☆ our youngest dog calming down and not being as reactionary as he used to be

☆ new friend I made at church and her familly being welcoming and loving

☆old church friend I have been able to reconnect with

☆ the beautiful area I get to live in

☆ bugs

☆ my good and caring pcp who was able to get me a higher dose of my medicine

☆ how much progress I've made with my struggles

☆my sister letting me use her computer to play minecraft

[spiderspectres]

unlike most of the world i actually like myself more now that i gained some weight, sure i wish i was a bit thinner but honestly looking at old photos of myself i just looked...sick. you could see in my eyes that i was not doing good, it's a sad view. if being happy and healthy means i have to put on a little weight so be it

[cryinginmyroomsposts]

Is it just me or does everyone with high social anxiety stop hearing properly in scary settings and hence have to lipread or ask them to repeat their words again

[adhdgirl-d96]

When I say no worries, I actually mean no worries for you, because they're all mine now.

I have anxiety. I have all the worries. I'm stealing yours. None for you.

If you wanted them then too bad.

[yourfavanxioussunshine]

istg if it wasn't for the sudden dizziness and jitters and excessive crying and constant nausea, i would've been unstoppable

[vanitythevantropist]

DISCLAIMER; this is a vent consisting of my (Snake Mod)’s personal struggles as an autistic girl with anxiety

I swear to god, it gets so frustrating being me sometimes. I find it so hard to read people and it gets genuinely distressing because of the anxiety and all that.

Can’t bring jack anxieties up with my dad sometimes cuz he’ll just say ‘get over it’. What the actual fuck am I supposed to do with that?!

It feels like it’s legit hard to lay out boundaries and anxieties because I’ll be given jack all in terms of care and understanding.

Even if they don’t mean anything bad when it comes to minor reactions, I can’t fucking read anyone and it sucks!

Please excuse my little vent post, I just needed to get this off my chest

[the-missann]

I think I opted against posting this because I was "happy" for a time, but for me, that never lasts and most the time it's never even real.

It's all just...

Motionless

Sometimes, I feel motionless and it is something I wish would never leave.

Other times, I feel motionless and want it to go away, to never return to me.

I don't control either of these feelings, but they show how I'm feeling better than I could ever explain.

Sometimes, I'm motionless and everything stops. My fears, stress, and anxiety all stop.

Almost as if whatever I was dealing with has ran its course and is behind me.

Other times, I feel motionless like the world is trapping me in my worries and the future I know nothing about.

Feeling motionless is something I wish would happen more often, but I also wish to cease as well.

I try not to take this for granted. The feeling that I need to stop and pause because there's no rush to get to the end. I should take my time and just be motionless when I need to.

That feeling that the next second I waste doing nothing is only trapping me in my difficult moments. That staying still will only be my downfall.

No matter which one passed my night away, it's happening to remind me of the things that are gone and the things that will come.

[miss-saytr]

I was sabotaged.

I tried to end my life yesterday, but kind of yesterday, because it was around midnight where I can’t tell exactly what the time is.

Everyone I looked up to is now suspicious of me and does not want to be around me. All because of some things I said and regret.

I am yet again on a seesaw of trying to stand up for myself or wondering if I deserve this. Maybe I do deserve the stripes on my arm, and maybe I deserve the rain on my skin, the dehydration making me lick up what fell on me as I called an emergency number out in the rain. I let it pour. I let thunder rumble through my body. I let anxiety tell me that I deserve every second of suffering. Everybody who came off the bus saw me but did nothing.

I stayed in the rain for a long time and saw a snail crawl on the bike fence. It was small and cute, but I interpreted it as the meme, where if you touch the snail, you die. And it came to me to tell me what to do. I only called the prevention line because the thought of innocent people seeing my corpse disturbed me.

I also couldn’t let my internet friends down, despite how little we know about each other. I find it so strange that people over the phone through typed words and code and different colors of light can make you feel more special and loved in one day than a full year of a middle school experience.

Though existence is both pointless and full of meaning, beyond my understanding, I find life a fall of rain on my skin, my graphic tee shirt, my comfort characters, a boy in a red turtleneck, a girl in a yellow T-shirt…

And I took a deep breath as cops carried me back to my dorm room. All I could do was call out the names of those who will never love me.

[fanvoidkeith]

uh oh i made an Assumption and now it's Awkward at the Function