I don't know what do anymore. Honestly, I don't know if I ever did. I'm not very good at being adult. I'm 24, I'll be turning 25 next month. No job, no license, & no friends (outside of family members). I'm stuck at home all the time. I think the last time I left the house was back in February for a dentist appointment. I'm struggling a lot with intrusive thoughts. They make me feel awful about myself and I haven't been able to talk to anyone about them. I tried explaining a little once without going into too many details but they didn't get it. I don't know if my family thinks I'm overly sensitive about things or chalk everything up to me being a worrier but there are times where I'm under so much mental anguish that I feel like I'm drowning. But nobody sees that and maybe part of me wants it that way. I don't know hearing my mom talk how overwhelmed and stressed she is all the time (my step dad passed away back in August and she's the sole breadwinner now; he had been really sick for years) makes me feel terrible. She has so much on her plate. We been having money problems since I was eleven. During my middle school years we lived in and out of extended stay motels and with family members. We had to leave first a house then an apartment. After a small stay in another extended stay place we moved into another house but we lost that too because my step dad ended up in jail a lot (dui and some other misdemeanors) and my mom couldn't keep up the rent. He use to blow through money. He wasn't able to leave her any money—we didn't even have enough money to bury him. He didn't take care of his health (diabetic, smoker,drinker, congestive heart failure, & etc) and because of that she was only able to get a small life insurance policy and that's dwindling down. She's stuck working at a job she hates and trying to get my special needs younger sister the care she needs.
My having problems feels like a huge inconvenience. She needs my help and it's not like I don't want to help but I'm scared all the time. I cry a lot since I'm at home alone most of the time. I'm barely functioning. I ruminate for hours at a time. I can barely read the bible or meditate. My motivation has plummeted. All those goals and dreams I had for myself have been stomped out. My mom she'll ask me occasionally what I want to do and I don't know anymore because it's like I have no room to even dwell on those things. So it's like I can't die. And no I'm not suicidal. My year long stint with health anxiety coupled with panic attacks last year attests to that. I really don't want to die. I've been afraid of death since I was three. But it's like I can't live either. I've been just existing since I was fifteen. So I ask God all the time where do I go or what I am suppose to do here. It doesn't seem like there's any place for me. I feel like I'm always begging him to help me it doesn't seem like anything's changing.
My having problems feels like a huge inconvenience. She needs my help and it's not like I don't want to help but I'm scared all the time. I cry a lot since I'm at home alone most of the time. I'm barely functioning. I ruminate for hours at a time. I can barely read the bible or meditate. My motivation has plummeted. All those goals and dreams I had for myself have been stomped out. My mom she'll ask me occasionally what I want to do and I don't know anymore because it's like I have no room to even dwell on those things. So it's like I can't die. And no I'm not suicidal. My year long stint with health anxiety coupled with panic attacks last year attests to that. I really don't want to die. I've been afraid of death since I was three. But it's like I can't live either. I've been just existing since I was fifteen. So I ask God all the time where do I go or what I am suppose to do here. It doesn't seem like there's any place for me. I feel like I'm always begging him to help me it doesn't seem like anything's changing.
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