Alrighty then. Back to this shit.
Yeah, I'm self-medicating/treating/bitching/whatever you'd call it. This time, it may be a little more permanent.
Ah, who am I kidding. I'll be back here next week.
Anyway, recently I've been worse than usual. Especially for worrying. Barely a day, barely even an hour goes past where I'm not worried, panicked, or downright scared.
It was only when it got this bad that I realised that I can't remember not feeling like that. Not before I left uni for the holidays. Not this year. Not last year or the year before that. This is the worst it's been, but it's always been there.
I struggle to think of a time when I was calm, when I truly believed everything was going to be alright. If there's a problem, I'll think of a way it could get worse, or might not be solved. If there isn't a problem, I'll make one up. Nothing seems to work, no matter what logical reasoning I put behind it, no matter what I do to try and make things more "safe", I worry.
I've finally realised I can't deal with this shit alone. That, like people have said many times, I need help.
However, I've got a little while yet before I return to uni. That would be the best place to aquire said help, as the uni provides some support services, and, well, if I started the process of getting help here, it wouldn't be long until I had to start said process again at uni.
In the meantime, I'm not doing so well. Like I said, I barely go an hour at the moment without having some kind of worry. I'm aching all over, despite not having much physical activity (nothing to do in this shitty town except walk around for a while, something I do as much as I can without it becoming boring, which is only about twice a week). I find it hard to sleep or sometimes, even eat, and trust me, I'm usually pretty fond on eating. The only respite comes in my own strange, but not entirely unwelcome, manic episodes where I find myself laughing at virtually nothing.
I need some tips for dealing with this anxiety until I can get some help. Before someone suggests, I already set up a venting blog, and simply getting out more, as nice as that would be, isn't an option in this crappy town. Thanks, and if you got through all that shit, I owe you five decent jokes.
Yeah, I'm self-medicating/treating/bitching/whatever you'd call it. This time, it may be a little more permanent.
Ah, who am I kidding. I'll be back here next week.
Anyway, recently I've been worse than usual. Especially for worrying. Barely a day, barely even an hour goes past where I'm not worried, panicked, or downright scared.
It was only when it got this bad that I realised that I can't remember not feeling like that. Not before I left uni for the holidays. Not this year. Not last year or the year before that. This is the worst it's been, but it's always been there.
I struggle to think of a time when I was calm, when I truly believed everything was going to be alright. If there's a problem, I'll think of a way it could get worse, or might not be solved. If there isn't a problem, I'll make one up. Nothing seems to work, no matter what logical reasoning I put behind it, no matter what I do to try and make things more "safe", I worry.
I've finally realised I can't deal with this shit alone. That, like people have said many times, I need help.
However, I've got a little while yet before I return to uni. That would be the best place to aquire said help, as the uni provides some support services, and, well, if I started the process of getting help here, it wouldn't be long until I had to start said process again at uni.
In the meantime, I'm not doing so well. Like I said, I barely go an hour at the moment without having some kind of worry. I'm aching all over, despite not having much physical activity (nothing to do in this shitty town except walk around for a while, something I do as much as I can without it becoming boring, which is only about twice a week). I find it hard to sleep or sometimes, even eat, and trust me, I'm usually pretty fond on eating. The only respite comes in my own strange, but not entirely unwelcome, manic episodes where I find myself laughing at virtually nothing.
I need some tips for dealing with this anxiety until I can get some help. Before someone suggests, I already set up a venting blog, and simply getting out more, as nice as that would be, isn't an option in this crappy town. Thanks, and if you got through all that shit, I owe you five decent jokes.