Unhappy Angry Venting
Sorry if this annoys you, I just needed somewhere to blow off my steam and I thought this might be the place. I'm just venting.
My best friend neighbor is home from college for the thanksgiving vacation this week, and he came over out of the blue and asked me to go shopping with him, and I was so excited to go until I realized it would mean riding in the car.... The latest joy of my panic attacks are feeling extremely carsick after being in a vehicle for more than 10 minutes or when somebody is driving faster than 50mph. His driving is naturally crazy and even before the new carsick thing I wouldn't feel so great after him being behind the wheel for too long, so now I imagine it would only be worse. The last two times I left the house on a 25 minute car ride I took great safety measures, brought tums, ginger snaps, a cold water bottle, and it was with my parents who knew to drive carefully and how to deal with me panicking. First car trip was with my Mom, I was so terrified of leaving the house that I cried the entire way to the mall. A few years ago going to the mall would be really exciting, I'd be ready and willing to shop and have a great time, but now I can't even enjoy the notion because I know that I can't get there without feeling sick, so I don't go anymore, I actually turn down mall invites. I just had to send my best guy friend away and lie to him about why I couldn't go with him. I feel HORRIBLE about it, but there's no way in hell I could begin to explain this to him. How could I possibly tell him that I can't leave the house or get into the car because I have a panic attack that I'll feel car sick, then I feel car sick, then my emetophobia kicks in so that I have a panic attack about throwing up, and then I just decide not to go anywhere I can't walk to. This is seriously killing me. This THING is why I have no friends, why I don't have my drivers' license, why I can't take a road test, why I couldn't take drivers' ed, why I'm such a HERMIT in my own house against my will. My panic attacks and anxiety and emetophobia have destroyed me, they've killed my hopes and goals and dreams and turned them all into potential things to make me sick or get me sick, and carries I will never get around. In essence, my will to live has been killed. I can't do a damn thing anymore and I hate it. Realizing this just now, with the stabbing guilt in my chest and tears all over my face from sending my best friend away and having to lie to him about why I couldn't go with him to go shopping, this has ruined me. I hate what this has forced me to become. At one time I wanted to go far away to college and live in the dorms with new friends and then fall in love and get married and have kids and be a teacher but now I am stuck here, with no car, no license, not going to college, no friends, not falling in love, living with my parents and little sister. My friend Sam asked me if I wanted to go see a movie tonight with him, this time my answer wasn't a total lie, I have to work tonight with my boys while their parents go out. He said he'd wait til I was done to go catch a showing, but I had to say no again, this time by saying the parents were planning on coming home very late and I didn't want to keep him up all night. There's just not one thing I like about myself anymore, I can't even be honest with people, be around people, go anywhere, do ANYTHING. And the worst part is that there isn't a cure. Medications that my doctors have tried to give me for my depression and anxiety make me incredibly sick, therapy that I'm doing right now for all of this helps a little but what can a guy sitting in a chair talking to me do anyways? All I can do is hope that nobody notices that I'm never going to progress past my 15 year old sophomore year self when this all started.... UGH UGH UGH.
thanks for listening to whoever actually took the time to read all of this.
keep a cool head, and breathe easy, my friend
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