Depression, anxiety, suicidalism and similar disorders, issues and troubles V3 - Discussion, help an - General

[QUOTE=DiscoInferno;40102627]It was the GM, and they had perfectly valid reasons against me, my character was completely at odds with the story and just had no drive, and I just suck as a player. I don't want to go though.[/QUOTE] i feel so sad now a GM should make the game for all players otherwise hes a shitty GM imo

[QUOTE=thisispain;40102641]i feel so sad now a GM should make the game for all players otherwise hes a shitty GM imo[/QUOTE] My character was bad, she's one of those self-hating vampires, so when the main focus of the chronicle is to find one of the other player's sire she sees it as "Let's go find my kidnapped abusive husband!". That and she had no ambition or motivation in unlife, content to spend eternity wallowing in self-pity and having everyone else do things for her.

[QUOTE=Zukriuchen;40100797]Just some personal advice because I (and most likely most of the people here) can relate to some of that Some things that help me feel a little more confident, I usually try to avoid thinking that I NEED to be with someone. I see people getting out of relationships and immediately starting to look for another person, and that either ends up in them not finding someone and feeling like there's something wrong with themselves. Also, fashion actually helped me feel more confident, too. Not saying you have to go spend all your money in new clothes, but just trying to look good might already make you feel better about yourself, and it helps, honestly. And if you get really into it, then yeah it could really help with girls (we have a fashion thread in FP which also helped me, some people there are a little harsh on their criticism sometimes though) Also, do you have a drug or alcohol problem or is it just that your friend doesn't like how much you do it?[/QUOTE] I've just been so lonely so long... I need that human intimacy, that connection. I actually started dressing better recently to make myself feel better, so funny you mentioned that actually. It makes me feel better until I know that still nobody pays any mind to me. Eugh and the fact that I just can't talk to women is painful, I mean when I get into it in person its much much easier. But the approach, I don't know what to say.. And the fact that everything is online now and that I'll only have a human encounter with that particular person like two times a month, but she'll always be available to text or will be on facebook; really sucks because I just don't know how to not come off as some annoying weirdo... The girl at my school I have a thing for, I have no idea where to start or what to say and I know I'll screw it up just like every other time. Fuck, and the girl I've been talking to for six months (That I knew I came off as weird on facebook chat) just told me that she has a boyfriend, and has had one for a while.. No, I don't have a problem, I actually barely use drugs, and occasionally drink. He is just one of those guys who hates it for some reason. I used to be one of those guys too. Sure I'll get drunk and fall asleep alone when I'm really sad, but I don't consider that to be a problem as much as an alternative for cutting. I think I'm going to talk to my social worker on the day he leaves and finally tell him I'm at risk. I hope I get sent to the hospital so I can actually get some help instead of being trapped behind a 400 person waiting list to get into a clinic. I just cant deal with it any longer, even when I try to act happier, when I try my best to change, everything goes wrong and I'm back to square one.

Yeah, I understand your problem with women, I have the same problem sometimes. The thing is, you shouldn't worry too much about the approach, as long as you can keep a good talk going. If you think that you're gonna come off as a weirdo if you just start with "hi", try being funny, try pretending you needed to ask her for an opinion on something, comment on something that just happened. I know it's scary, but in the end it all comes down to doing it to get better at it, and when you have a chance, try forcing yourself to not being afraid of screwing up. In the heat of the moment, for me it usually helps to kind of motivate myself internally, then take a deep breath and just go for it. I'm definitely no ladykiller, but it really is a lot easier after you're done with the initial part Well, sorry if some of the suggestions are cliche ish, and best of luck with the other stuff, man

Feeling depressed, i have no friends, don't want to make friends because I hate nearly everyone in my school, bullied into depression. I haven't been diagnosed with anything because I haven't been to a doctor so I have to put up with this. I feel like my soul is rotting away, leaving a shell. I want to die.

my depression cures my anxiety. sweet [editline]1st April 2013[/editline] [QUOTE=Zeke129;39849888]Good job promoting the mindset that people are in right before they go kill themselves Care about the things that matter - yourself, the people who care about you, the things you enjoy doing - reserve indifference for everything else[/QUOTE] if you're depressed you're already in a shitty mood where you'd rather be dead. I don't see the point in getting even more upset over shit, so i stop caring. Guess I'm a bit biased, growing up and today I still feel like no one really loves or cares for me, i dont give a fuck much about other people or society in general. I get my kicks by running in to mcdonalds and yelling IM SO FUCKING CRAZY I SMOKE CRACK RAAAAUGH, just to freak people out! i mean i dont deliberately spend my life going out of my way to ruin other peoples days, but i love making people think im a freak or some shit (pretty sure i am) If I'm in a shitty state, I know being dead would end any suffering, so I really don't give a shit, jump off of traintracks at the last second for the hell of it. The worst thing about it is that some days I'm normal, some days I'm feeling like shit. Hell, it's not even days, its tiny periods that can be hours or even a few minutes, makes it kind of weird. Either way most of the time I just got a lot of stress and anxiety on my mind. Took a while, I have my days but I'm in a lot more control than I was a year ago, doing lots of drugs and having horrifying panic/anxiety attack waves daily. probably going to get boxes for this shit, but whatever i just needed to vent.

Yesterday, I was told that my recent ex-girlfriend wanted to prank me by telling me she wanted to be with me again, just to take it back at the last minute as an April fool's joke. When I heard that, I had a horrible sinking feeling, which I still feel now. I've been trying to cope with her leaving me for several weeks now, and I've cut off all contact with her after I attempted to overdose on ketamine last Monday, hoping it would kill me. The fact that she can only think of me as a joke now just torments me to no end. I literally begged for my life to her, knowing that I wouldn't be able to handle the pain that she brought me along with my family breaking apart. Throughout the whole time, she never showed any emotion. I dedicated my life to her because she was the only good thing I had left in my life, and I did everything I could to make her happy, and yet she saw no future in me. I was battling depression before she left me. I did all that I could to make it go away. Not for myself, but for her. I knew she didn't like to deal with me when I was depressed, I knew it only stressed her out. I started taking antidepressants and seeing a therapist weekly to calm myself down and try to get over the pain of my life falling apart around me. My mother is delirious. She started to change when she took up learning what she calls metaphysics. She ended up leaving her job and seeing a man behind my father's back, spending all of her days with him. She didn't even care about me and my brother, and left us alone in our house every day. About 3 years ago, my dad found out about her affair and tried to get her to leave the house. He was up every night standing by her bed, telling her how terrible she is. I had to switch rooms to get away from her when she started getting violent. She hit my dad and grandma on multiple occasions, and was always trying to get me on her side by blaming them for everything and claiming that they never loved her and that they owe her money. A year ago she and her mother left our house and moved into another house down the street from us. She's been banging on my door almost every day and calling me multiple times and she won't leave me alone. My dad has been trying to divorce her for months now, but she refuses to go to any hearings, and it keeps getting delayed. Right now she's living off of my trust fund, money that my dad's side of the family has been raising since I was born in order to go to college. As far as I know, I don't have a mother anymore. Also around 3 years ago, my house was raided by the FBI, and my dad and grandpa were arrested. My dad runs a billing agency, working with a law firm in order to get insurance companies to pay for the treatment of the patients from the various medical centers that serve as our clients. One of these clients, as it turns out, was secretly being run by the Armenian mafia, who were sending my dad false bills in order to commit medicare fraud. My father, of course, never knew the bills were fake. As far as he knew, he was just doing his job for another client, the same way he's been running his business for the past decade. Of course, when it turned out one of his employees was a rat for the FBI the entire time, he and all of his employees, including my grandpa who was only there to support him and try to keep the business (The only source of income keeping my family afloat) alive, were arrested and detained for racketeering and conspiring to commit medicare fraud. My dad's been battling in court for years now, trying to prove that he hadn't taken any part in the fraud and was only being used by them, unbeknownst to him. Now he's been sentenced to 4 years in prison, and my grandpa's been sentenced to 3. He's expected to surrender himself on April 11th, just a couple days after his birthday. My dad's always been the man of the house. He's strong, wise, and he's the only person I really look up to. Everything he did, he did for us, and I can't believe this is happening to him. He doesn't deserve to be punished for something he had no part in. I love him, and I'm going to miss him. Since I recently turned 18, I'm able to deny my mother from taking custody of me. My little brother on the other hand, who's only 11 years old, is powerless to stop her from having complete control over him. My father can't take custody of him due to his upcoming prison sentence, and me and my grandma from my dad's side can't take custody of him because my mother is totally capable to taking care of him in the eyes of the law. I worry about him. He's had to live at my mother's house on school days for a year now, and I can tell that it's been messing with his mind. He seems really detached from everything now, and I worry that staying with her would cause him to suffer. The last thing I want is for him to feel the kind of depression I felt before. Once my dad and grandpa are gone, I'm going to be the only man left in the house. The only family member I'll have left is my grandma. The fate of my dad's business is unknown, and if it collapses, the only source of income for my family will be gone. We most likely won't have enough money to stay in our home either way. I've already been accepted into college, but due to the crippling stress and anxiety I've been dealing with, my grades have been plummeting. I think I'll be able to finish fine in most of my courses, but I can't fix my failing physics grades. After all of this time, I can't catch up to what we're learning, and no matter how much I try, I just can't comprehend it. If I completely flunk physics, I probably won't be able to graduate and go to college, and I'm worried that I've already dug my grave too deep to get out of it. The stress is bearing down on me and killing me inside. I can't afford to not go to college now. I can't afford to disgrace my family like this. I was ready to keel over and die before I met my ex. She was the last glimmer of hope I had left in my life, and I devoted myself to getting through all of it just to be with her. She gave me a reason to keep going, and I really loved her and cared about her. She left me to go whore herself out to other people. Now I can see that all she ever wanted was sex, and she never actually loved me. I spent nearly a month confused and suicidal, wondering why she would do this to me. I tried time and time again to tell her I would do anything to make her happy with me again. I started taking ketamine as a form of antidepressant out of desperation to make the pain stop, when I've never even smoked or drank before in my life. I pleaded for my life when I knew I was going to go off the edge. And then I did. I took all of the ketamine I had left at once. I really thought it killed me when I felt myself lose consciousness. I ended up waking up several hours later in a pool of my own vomit. It was then that I knew I had no hope left. It's been a week now, and I've been living my life day by day, only running on the idea that my life won't be as horrible one day. I know it won't be any time soon, not for years, but I know that at some point it really can't get any worse. Maybe once I lose everything, I can finally be happy. After hearing that she wanted to play that prank on me, all I could feel was disturbance. I feel violated, like my brain has been brutally raped and left to fend for itself. I'm nothing but a joke to her. The pain and suffering I felt is funny to her, and the fact that I felt horrible enough to try to end my life over her makes her feel good. Now I can only think of all of the pain in life. All of the people who get their sick kicks from stepping all over others. Life is fucked up, and I'm not sure if I'm the kind of person who can deal with it. I'm not going to commit suicide again, she isn't worth it, but if death greets me in my sleep, I'll welcome it with open arms.

Been following this thread and the previous ones for a while; didn't feel like posting my issues cause I felt it didn't compare to other, more serious problems posted here. But I need to get this out, don't know I'm just venting, confused, or looking for help - probably all three. I hate who I am today, but I haven't done anything to anyone but myself. I'll start off with a quick cliff note of my childhood, then bring everything back to speed. When I was a kid, I -had- to take special ed. class not because of being mentally impaired or anything to that effect (I was pretty much a B student), but because I had a speech impediment where I had issues pronouncing my "S"s and "T"s. So every teacher I had from the first to eighth grade treated me overwhelmingly nicely and talked in this sweet & caring way to me - way different than how they talk to any other regular student. And the students would always strayed away from me or make jokes behind my back that I was a retard, special, you name it. That continued until the ninth grade, that's when I caught my speech impediments and they seemed to vanish. But then that was when a close family relative of mine got terribly ill and I had to drop out in order to care for her, and that's when I think my life took a nose dive. She got better yes, but I was without a high school diploma, living under my parents' roof without a job or proof of basic education. I studied to make sure I was ready of course and got the next best thing, the GED. Aced it easily but I think I will always have that hint of regret for dropping out when I was so close to finishing high school. I had to look after this relative but still... I'm in community college now, that's going okay, it's just I have to lie and say I graduated from some high school so people won't make fun of me for having a GED. And now to today; I'm a quiet, reserved guy who goes through each day feeling dead inside. I had no friends at all during my school years, and the longest conversations I have with people in my classes and work is "Hey, how's it going," for about one minute and that's it. I work a job I absolutely dread which is a courtesy clerk/sacker/bag boy at this grocery store where I have zero help and have to do everything myself. I go take my classes tired from work and then come home to study, maybe play a game or two on Steam. And then.. I just lay down and replay the very few events I've had experienced in my life, which are all bad-to-mediocre. And then I just lay there, staring at my ceiling, thinking just think how much a meaningless, pointless, wasteful life I'm living. I never go out, every single day is exactly the same: Wake up, get ready, go to work, take classes, come home, study, games, sleep. Ad infinitum. No one at my workplace or school ever bothers to have conversations with me, just the standard "Hello." Not one invitation out by anyone, even when I'm standing right there while a person is asking everyone out somewhere, I'm always excluded. I got no friends to go out with or to get more friends through them. And to this day I still think about this one single shot I had at love: [quote=Cringelye]Girl who had a crush on me and I started to like but asked out a few days too late in August; who tells me how she wish I asked her out sooner and how she thinks I'm better for her - recently got engaged to this guy she's been in a relationship with for three months. (August-October) Yea, screw me I guess.[/quote] that I blew up incredibly at. Yea everyone has told me to get over her and how I dodged a bullet, but the thought for the first time in my life someone liked me, then just completely forget about me and marry someone else after just a few months of dating.. It just feels like I got stabbed and thrown away like a piece of trash. And I can't just 'get her out of my head' because we work together - and she brings her fiance everyday they work together so they can cuddle and act cute about how they're getting married right in my face. Whop-de-fucking-do I want to bash both your heads in. So. Here I am, I'm this guy going through each day in his life feeling like he's not really there. And then I end each day saying to myself: "Where am I going with my life?" and "What am I doing right now?" I don't know.. I don't feel like I want to end myself, but I do feel my life is stupid, meaningless, pointless and wasted. I don't feel angry.. maybe I'm a tad bit depressed and I don't know it, but overall I just feel empty, soulless. No point to continue on. Glad to get that off my chest, don't know if anybody could help me with this problem I'm dealing with, whatever it is.

I don't really know how to help my girlfriend that's sometimes really depressed, I need some help to generally talk to her without being really insulting and everything.

The only thing that holds me back from killing myself is just how my family would react. I can't do it.

[QUOTE=Chekko;40172494]The only thing that holds me back from killing myself is just how my family would react. I can't do it.[/QUOTE] same, i care not for my own life it can end at any moment and my only concern would be how my family would deal with it depression and anxiety hitting me again, keep thinking about the girl that fucked me over. can't trust anyone, it feels like.

I have actually started to believe that there is some supernatural entity that is not letting me lead a happy life. I mean i get really good opportunities for something great every once in a while, something that i feel would make my life worth living. But then something bad happens, like i just had really fucking bad luck there. Every time. So i cant trust people or anything because i feel like no matter how well we get along im going to lose that person anyway. Sorry its 5AM, im tired and i feel like i cant even talk proper english.

I've been on Prozac for three weeks next Wednesday. I feel disconnected from my former identity, as though I don't analyze things as in depth as I used to. But I've come to accept that as something better for my well being because cognitive awareness of nuisances is what causes me to feel anxious. Besides that I think I've only benefited from the medication. When my psychiatrist asked me if I were to have anything different as far as my reaction to the medicine, I told him how I don't feel the motivation to do anything, like finishing school. He recommended that I wait six weeks for the full therapeutic effect to settle and see if I gain any motivation from that. The other options should I not feel any difference are to either increase my dosage, or take another medication along with Prozac that is specifically meant to increase motivation. In other news, Prozac was the correct answer for a question on my practice AP Psych exam. The other options were other medications and the question asked for the medication that reduced the reuptake of serotonin. I was one of a few that answered it correctly. And I got a 79% which equates to a 5 on the actual exam.

Had a mini episode an hour ago. I was thinking of all the fucking stupid shit I've done in the past and I can't control my anger about it. I was completely oblivious to the fact that I was a fucking socially awkward retard before a few months ago. I was a fucking hormone crazed fuck with double standards living in a fantasy world. I would do almost anything to fix my last 5 years of all the bullshit I've done. There are so many things wrong with me, my parents are the only reason I'm still alive.

I really wish I could tell what is wrong with me, I feel sad and happy at the same time.

I don't know why... but... I always get nervous where I can't do things right... and often cry. I also get nervous when somebody beats me in a game I always play, Like TF2 or a PS2 game

I was writing about something, but then it turned into a rant about the Canadian Healthcare system. Nobody seems to give a fuck about the suicidal. They think they can just fucking double their medication and say "things will get better :v: :v: :v:" when that's not how it fucking works. They put you on a 4 FUCKING LONG MONTH wait list for actual help. You know who I had to fucking talk to when I had thoughts of suicide? A fucking walk-in clinic doctor.

I'm going through something odd right now, and it's sorta hard to explain. After years of dealing with pain and suffering from my jawline, I'm finally getting medical treatment. The relief is almost astronomical. I went from sometimes being unable to go outside, and open my mouth without feeling massive pain, to being able to take walks in parks for extended periods of time, and actually just enjoy life. I have started studying with a few friends to get my GED, and I've finally managed to get to almost geometry level math, and I've already started setting up a plan to go in and get my GED so that I can finally start working. Even with all this though... I feel empty. I slip into panic attacks and start balling my eyes out over nothing. For the last three weeks I've contemplated killing myself because simply I don't fear death anymore. I've addressed it as a necessity of life, and in some cases I'm almost sadistically curious about having a near-death experience. It also doesn't help that I feel like most of the people I've talked to for the last few years consider me to be a pest, and would prefer me to be eradicated or removed... It just bites on me after awhile, having people distance from me, and not talk to me because, "You are annoying" or something like that. The sad thing is though... I've got the firepower to end it all right behind me. Got a rifle that could blow my entire head off in an instant. Just like that. Even with that though, I don't want to die by a gun. I don't deserve a painless death, nor have I earned the right to have one. I'm sorry if I sound a little to sadistic, just want to stop bottling it for once.

[QUOTE=ghosevil;39758323] There's still hope for all the rest of you gentlemen who don't yet realize your strength.[/QUOTE] This make me think.

a good friend of mine shot himself in the head twice in front of my sister about 16 hours ago. now my sister has PTSD and i am at a loss for words. my good mate just killed himself, and he seemed fine the day before. anyone have anything like this happen to them?

[QUOTE=JoeSkylynx;40204124]I'm going through something odd right now, and it's sorta hard to explain. After years of dealing with pain and suffering from my jawline, I'm finally getting medical treatment. The relief is almost astronomical. I went from sometimes being unable to go outside, and open my mouth without feeling massive pain, to being able to take walks in parks for extended periods of time, and actually just enjoy life. I have started studying with a few friends to get my GED, and I've finally managed to get to almost geometry level math, and I've already started setting up a plan to go in and get my GED so that I can finally start working. Even with all this though... I feel empty. I slip into panic attacks and start balling my eyes out over nothing. For the last three weeks I've contemplated killing myself because simply I don't fear death anymore. I've addressed it as a necessity of life, and in some cases I'm almost sadistically curious about having a near-death experience. It also doesn't help that I feel like most of the people I've talked to for the last few years consider me to be a pest, and would prefer me to be eradicated or removed... It just bites on me after awhile, having people distance from me, and not talk to me because, "You are annoying" or something like that. The sad thing is though... I've got the firepower to end it all right behind me. Got a rifle that could blow my entire head off in an instant. Just like that. Even with that though, I don't want to die by a gun. I don't deserve a painless death, nor have I earned the right to have one. I'm sorry if I sound a little to sadistic, just want to stop bottling it for once.[/QUOTE] How long have you felt this way? Its things like this where you should really seek out someone to talk to or some mental health help. I can't say much else my own bias would affect my suggestion. Try to find someone you trust a lot and doesn't mind being an emotional sponge. Talk to them and see if that helps some. Remember: It has to be someone you know won't turn you away for spilling yourself before them. Also, friends come and go. If they're saying stuff like "You're annoying" then they really aren't friends, are they? I personally find it better to have a small group of good friends than a large group of acquaintances. Again, talk to someone and think about mental health help to see if they can't help with the panic attacks and suicidal ideology. [editline]9th April 2013[/editline] [QUOTE=ROFLBURGER;40203015]I was writing about something, but then it turned into a rant about the Canadian Healthcare system. Nobody seems to give a fuck about the suicidal. They think they can just fucking double their medication and say "things will get better :v: :v: :v:" when that's not how it fucking works. They put you on a 4 FUCKING LONG MONTH wait list for actual help. You know who I had to fucking talk to when I had thoughts of suicide? A fucking walk-in clinic doctor.[/QUOTE] Pretty much the same thing in the states. Wait times if you really want help, or a bunch of pills and they send you along your way. Just a method to keep people buying the crap and keep them addicted, numbed, and medicated. That's just my perspective, however. [editline]9th April 2013[/editline] [QUOTE=Zender Troop;40201689]I don't know why... but... I always get nervous where I can't do things right... and often cry. I also get nervous when somebody beats me in a game I always play, Like TF2 or a PS2 game[/QUOTE] That's just frustration, really. Especially when it comes to games, you'll get buttfuckingdevastated when something doesn't go right or you miss something or the game just went total bullshit mode on you. I still do it, despite knowing its a game, because it makes me feel better. That and I learn new insults. [editline]9th April 2013[/editline] [QUOTE=Don Ochs;40195981]I really wish I could tell what is wrong with me, I feel sad and happy at the same time.[/QUOTE] Perhaps one of those weird days of the month where hormones are acting up? Are you still feeling this way or was it a one time deal?

just got word that one of the shots fired was actually at my sister, and it just missed her head jesus fucking christ i'm losing it

Oh, and anyone that posts here should know one thing: Don't compare yourself to others having issues. This is a place to get some advice/help/what have you. Don't think "my issue isn't worth mentioning compared to everyone else's". Say what you gotta say, there's not harm in asking someone else for guidance or advice. Sometimes I wish I could hug everyone :c [editline]9th April 2013[/editline] [QUOTE=Neat!;40224813]just got word that one of the shots fired was actually at my sister, and it just missed her head jesus fucking christ i'm losing it[/QUOTE] I'm not entirely sure how to go about this. This is more of those crisis moments that needs more than just text. I'd go check up on your sister and keep her company. I can tell you she's already feeling her world shattered, so stay around and help keep it together. I know she'd appreciate it. You don't have to talk or anything, just be around her. Hug her if you must. Just show you care in a really wild situation. [editline]9th April 2013[/editline] Oh, and try to calm yourself a bit. I know, easier said than done. Don't think about 'what could've been' because that'll only reinforce the negative thoughts and make things worse. Believe me, that shit will make you feel worse.

My condolences to you and your sister. I thought witnessing my cousin crash his car was tragic, but I don't know how I'd handle that. I respect that you two have to build your will to overcome that event.

[QUOTE=Neat!;40222986]a good friend of mine shot himself in the head twice in front of my sister about 16 hours ago. now my sister has PTSD and i am at a loss for words. my good mate just killed himself, and he seemed fine the day before. anyone have anything like this happen to them?[/QUOTE] There was a double suicide here not too long ago, one of the guys was my (host) brother's best friend. The day before, they were just talking normally the day before it happened, the guy even asked my brother for a cd, then just did it the other day. Theres a picture of him on my brothers wall, everyone helped with posters in school, but eventually everyone just had to get over it, it's what needs to happen.

Sometimes I wonder what's the point in doing anything when everyone in real life and on the internet hates me. I've found myself waking up a lot and not wanting to go outside and deal with anyone in the real world. I don't feel suicidal or anything but I feel incredibly upset all the time and it doesn't seem to end, and I'm incredibly anxious about everything. I'm scared that i'm going to hurt myself or others. What do I do?

[QUOTE=ROFLBURGER;40191402]Had a mini episode an hour ago. I was thinking of all the fucking stupid shit I've done in the past and I can't control my anger about it. I was completely oblivious to the fact that I was a fucking socially awkward retard before a few months ago. I was a fucking hormone crazed fuck with double standards living in a fantasy world. I would do almost anything to fix my last 5 years of all the bullshit I've done. There are so many things wrong with me, my parents are the only reason I'm still alive.[/QUOTE] you have to accept you can't change the past, only learn from it going forward man. [editline]11th April 2013[/editline] [QUOTE=Cl0cK;40166378]I don't really know how to help my girlfriend that's sometimes really depressed, I need some help to generally talk to her without being really insulting and everything.[/QUOTE] just be supportive, don't press her. remind her you're there if she needs you.

Feeling really bad at the moment. Sitting in a chair in a school hallway but I see no point in going anywhere. I am shifting from just leaning forward or at the wall to being on the computer while leaning att he wall. Missed 2 classes and lunch already, but I can't get myself to stand up.

I think(Or im preety shure) i have Social anxiety disorder. I'm always off from social situations (even simple ones). I do barely meet anyone, i do unusual stuff like keeping away from group of people with the same age of mine. Cant keep up that way. Any ways to get "rid off" that anxiety?

[QUOTE=prop_physic;40247777]I think(Or im preety shure) i have Social anxiety disorder. I'm always off from social situations (even simple ones). I do barely meet anyone, i do unusual stuff like keeping away from group of people with the same age of mine. Cant keep up that way.[/QUOTE] are you sure you have real anxiety issues or just prefer being or shy away from social situations?