It takes a lot of work to be happy... but it's better than feeling constant pain. I've been struggling with severe anxiety and depression ever since I hit puberty in 5th grade. I didn't start therapy until 8th grade when I tried to kill myself. I've now been going to therapy for 5 years, I'm on zoloft (an antidepressant) and am on birth control to regulate my hormones because I have PMDD on top of already severe anxiety and depression. AND I've struggled with my sexuality, but have finally come out as gay to the world. It's been a long journey. A lot of days I still get that empty feeling of not wanting to do anything just complete and utter numbness; I have to force myself to do things, but once I do them I start to feel better. A lot of people would say I've got some bad luck, but maybe this is good luck in disguise that God has given me. I'm very empathetic, I understand others very well, I'm able to help people and give advice and I'm just able to put myself in others shoes. It has made me the kind and understanding person I am today. Moral of the story: happiness is not free.
My job makes me so miserable I can't cope. I've tried everything I can to bear it and nothing helps. I was rejected from two jobs that I've applied to. I'm working with a staffing agency but nothing yet. I can't do this anymore. I see absolutely no way out.
I admit, I’ve been struggling a lot lately. Everyday I still manage to take care of stuff. Then fall apart on my own late at night. I have anxiety pretty bad. And I really want to go to a meeting, but it’s really intimidating. I’ll make it through the doors.