Hey all,
I am here once again, and I have been by a few times recently without checking in. I still find this forum to be really a blessing and without it I may not even be here. Who knows....
My life has taken a bit of a turn recently. I re-enrolled at college and I am now taking upper-level poli-sci and liberal arts courses, and I must say, my situation is not good right now. I am horrified to find that of the several classes I am attending this semester, they pretty much all revolve around in-class discussion, which, in turn, means the teacher expects you to speak on the drop of a dime in front of 30 people.
This isn't good. This is really really bad, and the first several classes I resorted to my old habit of carrying liquor with me to combat this horror I feel I am barely able to confront, again. One class two of my classmates in jest pointed out they smelt liquor on me. I went the last class without any and this class is essentially in round-table format, whereas the teacher goes around the class asking about assignments and the like - you are essentially to give a small speach to summarize your assignment.
It has been like hell on earth as I wait for the discussion to reach me - in this class, in addition to the others - only to find my heart racing, that my mouth is so dry I cannot even muster the words, and the ensuing, clear discomfort that resonates throughout the classroom; just faces of disgust and the quiet that follows. I do not want to put these individuals through such a sickening display. I do not want to put myself through such disgust. This is truly a bad time in my life. Suicide is on my mind again. I am just so disgusted in myself.
I am in dire need of advice on this matter and any that anyone here could give me I would be so greatful for.
Regards, all your souls are in my thoughts.
PS: I have talked to a doctor recently (a month ago) and I am now taking Gabapentin and Citalopram to combat this madness. Yes, I know I made a mistake to mix the alcohol with those meds on those occasions, but I was irrational, and overcome by fear.
I am here once again, and I have been by a few times recently without checking in. I still find this forum to be really a blessing and without it I may not even be here. Who knows....
My life has taken a bit of a turn recently. I re-enrolled at college and I am now taking upper-level poli-sci and liberal arts courses, and I must say, my situation is not good right now. I am horrified to find that of the several classes I am attending this semester, they pretty much all revolve around in-class discussion, which, in turn, means the teacher expects you to speak on the drop of a dime in front of 30 people.
This isn't good. This is really really bad, and the first several classes I resorted to my old habit of carrying liquor with me to combat this horror I feel I am barely able to confront, again. One class two of my classmates in jest pointed out they smelt liquor on me. I went the last class without any and this class is essentially in round-table format, whereas the teacher goes around the class asking about assignments and the like - you are essentially to give a small speach to summarize your assignment.
It has been like hell on earth as I wait for the discussion to reach me - in this class, in addition to the others - only to find my heart racing, that my mouth is so dry I cannot even muster the words, and the ensuing, clear discomfort that resonates throughout the classroom; just faces of disgust and the quiet that follows. I do not want to put these individuals through such a sickening display. I do not want to put myself through such disgust. This is truly a bad time in my life. Suicide is on my mind again. I am just so disgusted in myself.
I am in dire need of advice on this matter and any that anyone here could give me I would be so greatful for.
Regards, all your souls are in my thoughts.
PS: I have talked to a doctor recently (a month ago) and I am now taking Gabapentin and Citalopram to combat this madness. Yes, I know I made a mistake to mix the alcohol with those meds on those occasions, but I was irrational, and overcome by fear.