Hello everyone, My name is melissa and i am 25 years old. I was
diagnosed with anxiety and depression about three years ago. This past
year has been the most darkest of my life. My issues have now lead me
feeling completely hopeless, worthless and ho...
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Hello everyone, My name is melissa and i am 25 years old. I was
diagnosed with anxiety and depression about three years ago. This past
year has been the most darkest of my life. My issues have now lead me
feeling completely hopeless, worthless and honestly not wanting to wake
up in the morning anymore. I was in an emotionally abusive relationship
for 5 months that destroyed my self esteem, I endured months of bullying
from my boss and I was too scared to stick up for myself, so I just quit
after working at that place for 7 years. No good bye party, no we'll
miss you, nothing. I attempted to try and study so I could get a better
job but my depression mentally broke me just a few months in. Because
all that i had to move back in with my parents, I failed at everything
and now im just stuck with very large bills I have no idea how to pay
for. I'm scared every day because I wonder what could happen to make my
life harder and more stressful then it already is. I feel as though I am
a burden to everyone around me now. My anxiety has gotten so bad I cant
go shopping anymore, I cant go out to lunches or dinners anymore, I have
anxiety attacks so bad I get physically ill, and thats just doing any
task that requires me leaving my room. My family and friends believe I'm
just being a b*** and that I don't want to spend time with them. I've
explained to them that I have a mental illness, they don't care. My
friends just stopped inviting me places, I have tried to get in contact
and reach out to them but I have never gotten a reply, but I see them
constantly spending time with each other. The same goes with my family,
its like a punch im the stomach when they make plans with each other and
not invite me. I do see my gp monthly and in the middle of switching to
a new medication, my third one, but I don't see a point anymore. Its
gotten to a point that I honestly believe that no one would even realize
I was gone if I were to succumb to the mental illness. I honestly dont
believe anyone would care. I'm fighting tooth and nail every day to keep
going. I'm honestly sorry if I have bothered anyone by writing this,
honestly I just don't know what to do anymore. I'm lying here in my bed
at 2am, with tears pouring out my eyes, just begging for the voices to
stop. To just leave me alone. I'm just so, so scared..