A War Inside Myself!
For the past six or so years I've been battling a war inside myself.
It's something I deal with everyday of my life, with some days worse than others.
I do have good days. I cherish those days, and even sometimes weeks. If I didn't have them, I wouldn't have survived so long.
When I tell people how long I've been struggling, they ask how I've done it for so long. Many of them talk about similar wars they've had, but in the end their wars were short. Mine is very long..., I can't see an end to it soon.
This week has been one of the worst in a while. I was forced to deal with one of my biggest triggers and it's threatening to win again.
Last year, I had to drop out of school because of my panic attacks, crippling anxiety, and crushing depression. I had a very scary panic attack during my first day, and never went back.
This year, I can't do that. I have to go back. I have to push through, or I won't have a future to look forwards to. It's something I have to do, but it's the one thing that makes my anxiety off the charts horrible.
Needless to say, I'm scared.
I'm not scared because I don't think I'm intellectually unable to complete the classes or the internships. It may be hard at times, but I've never been that bad at school, unless you count math, lol
I'm scared that my anxiety won't go away this time. I'm afraid the panic attacks aren't going to stop. I'm afraid I'm going to spend the next two years in an anxiety filled Hell.
This week, I haven't hardly eaten anything because of my anxiety. I just sit around and stare helplessly. Nothing seems fun or good. I look at my computer and can't write anything. Heechul doesn't even makes me smile. I'm numb to the world and all I want to do is sleep. If I'm asleep, I can't feel.
Last night and this morning were the worst. I broke down. I lost it. I screamed and begged for God to make it all go away. I begged for him to take away the feelings inside me so I could live. They won't go away. I've tried everything my therapist suggested. I meditated, I breathed, I concentrated..., but all it did was calm me for a few moments and then it all came flooding back.
I'm so scared...,
I don't know what to do anymore.
I have to keep going, I have to go back to school, I have to live..., but my body is rebelling against my rationale mind.
I feel sick to my stomach. I keep hitting myself and trying to control the pain. It doesn't work.
Most of all, I'm so angry!
I was fine for the past few months. I had a bad day here and there, but it passed and I was fine. This isn't passing. It's not going away this time. I'm shaking as I type. Why do I have to be like this? I don't want it!
PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!!!!
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