Kix
Member
First things first, you can call me Kix! I'm a nineteen year old from British Columbia, and I really like cats and video games. Nice to meet you all!
Last night around midnight I decided to join during a supposed mental breakdown. Ouch, what a great introduction. But its the truth. I was having a hard time concentrating on a ten page research essay I should have been writing for my politics of human rights class, and ended up thinking about things and looking up things and having a good ol' time crying my eyes out.
I suppose I should step back a bit. I have a history of anxiety/panic disorder from a young age (the panic attacks started when I was ten; I assume it was from hormones of hitting puberty, but I digress). My doctor labeled it Generalized Anxiety, and it took me a long time to control them, but I finally did... by grade 11 (I put the /panic disorder because the panic attacks feel random, as well as I'm not certain if panic attacks are limited to panic disorder but you guys will tell me I assume haha). As well, a few months ago I finally went to my doctor and was coined with severe depression? Something like that. But I haven't had the time to go back and see her due to school and work, among other things. Of course, I know I've been depressed for years, but its never been extensively horrible. I use to have drops of mood, but lately is become... severe, yeah. As a side note, I also have excoriation/skin picking disorder and I've tried doing everything for it but I'm a mess haha.
Its definitely interfering with my college work. I can't concentrate, and I definitely want to give up on everything. However, I feel like a lot of this has to do with my home life, as well. To begin, its just my mother and I, and we have a hard time paying bills. We both work - her full time, me part time while I go to school - but I feel its begun to eat us alive. My mother is extremely stressed due to her work environment because no one knows what they are doing, as well as not being able to pay bills and be able to provide like she's supposed to. But because of that, I've discovered she can be very, very emotionally abusive at times. Especially without cigarettes. As long as I can remember I've been called "useless", etc., by her. You know, the whole emotional abuse shebang. She uses my money to buy cigarettes - but I can't refuse her or else she'll be horrible. Its a depressing cycle (haha see what I did there? Not funny? Okay).
Tl;Dr, she makes me feel horrible about myself at times, and my home environment isn't the best place to study or attempt to do anything (she has this odd habit of dragging me around everywhere so I don't get anything done. Its like she believes I can whip off essays in a few hours; I really don't understand the behavior). I have my cats which have been my best source of comfort, but animals can only do so much, of course.
My other problem, as I mentioned earlier, is that money is tight. So very tight. Because of this, I fear I can't afford anti depressants or whatever my doctor may throw at me if I did go see her again. And I know for certain there is no way I can afford therapy, which is what I believe would work best for me (as well as winning the lottery, but let's be realistic here). As it is, I have these aggravating wisdom teeth coming in and I'm ready to pull them out myself.
I've tried self help and I continue to try and push through and stay positive, taking one day at a time, but I'm just not certain what to do anymore. I was accepted to a university for next fall, so I'm in the middle of attempting to find a place to live, a new job, and a way to pay for the commitment fee, etc., but I'm super stressed out and instead stare at nothing instead of what I should be doing. Like studying for my philosophy exam and writing my essay. Oh well.
So, I've come here for advice and possible pointers. Thank you for reading this!
Last night around midnight I decided to join during a supposed mental breakdown. Ouch, what a great introduction. But its the truth. I was having a hard time concentrating on a ten page research essay I should have been writing for my politics of human rights class, and ended up thinking about things and looking up things and having a good ol' time crying my eyes out.
I suppose I should step back a bit. I have a history of anxiety/panic disorder from a young age (the panic attacks started when I was ten; I assume it was from hormones of hitting puberty, but I digress). My doctor labeled it Generalized Anxiety, and it took me a long time to control them, but I finally did... by grade 11 (I put the /panic disorder because the panic attacks feel random, as well as I'm not certain if panic attacks are limited to panic disorder but you guys will tell me I assume haha). As well, a few months ago I finally went to my doctor and was coined with severe depression? Something like that. But I haven't had the time to go back and see her due to school and work, among other things. Of course, I know I've been depressed for years, but its never been extensively horrible. I use to have drops of mood, but lately is become... severe, yeah. As a side note, I also have excoriation/skin picking disorder and I've tried doing everything for it but I'm a mess haha.
Its definitely interfering with my college work. I can't concentrate, and I definitely want to give up on everything. However, I feel like a lot of this has to do with my home life, as well. To begin, its just my mother and I, and we have a hard time paying bills. We both work - her full time, me part time while I go to school - but I feel its begun to eat us alive. My mother is extremely stressed due to her work environment because no one knows what they are doing, as well as not being able to pay bills and be able to provide like she's supposed to. But because of that, I've discovered she can be very, very emotionally abusive at times. Especially without cigarettes. As long as I can remember I've been called "useless", etc., by her. You know, the whole emotional abuse shebang. She uses my money to buy cigarettes - but I can't refuse her or else she'll be horrible. Its a depressing cycle (haha see what I did there? Not funny? Okay).
Tl;Dr, she makes me feel horrible about myself at times, and my home environment isn't the best place to study or attempt to do anything (she has this odd habit of dragging me around everywhere so I don't get anything done. Its like she believes I can whip off essays in a few hours; I really don't understand the behavior). I have my cats which have been my best source of comfort, but animals can only do so much, of course.
My other problem, as I mentioned earlier, is that money is tight. So very tight. Because of this, I fear I can't afford anti depressants or whatever my doctor may throw at me if I did go see her again. And I know for certain there is no way I can afford therapy, which is what I believe would work best for me (as well as winning the lottery, but let's be realistic here). As it is, I have these aggravating wisdom teeth coming in and I'm ready to pull them out myself.
I've tried self help and I continue to try and push through and stay positive, taking one day at a time, but I'm just not certain what to do anymore. I was accepted to a university for next fall, so I'm in the middle of attempting to find a place to live, a new job, and a way to pay for the commitment fee, etc., but I'm super stressed out and instead stare at nothing instead of what I should be doing. Like studying for my philosophy exam and writing my essay. Oh well.
So, I've come here for advice and possible pointers. Thank you for reading this!