Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 4:45 am
I've dealt with depression/anxiety since around the age of five-years-old. That's crazy to think about now, but I was diagnosed with OCD right around that age. Well, "diagnosed" is a funny word to use for it. My pediatrician assured my parents that it was probably just a stage, and that I'd eventually grow out of it. According to my therapist, I never really DID grow out of it. You don't grow out of nearly a decade of thinking your crazy, or being afraid constantly that you're on the verge of death if you slip up. I just learned to control it.
With that said, it seems weird now that at the age of twenty, I'm fairly OCD free but the most paralyzed I have ever been in my life. I had problems with depression through highschool (Mostly blamed on a hormone condition called Polycystic Ovarian Syndrom), but suddenly when the university called, my anxiety kicked into high gear.
The worst is the social anxiety. I've always felt slightly awkward and "different", but I always managed to deal with social situations exceedingly well. I was actually on stage in one form or the other through most of my highschool experience! Now I can't walk into a room of people with out completely freezing up. At twenty, I haven't made a single friend at college because of this. It's so dibilitating!
The thing is, I've been going to therapy for the past six years, and there doesn't seem to be any end in sight. My parents bought me this program, but I'm afraid it's just going to end up like all of those other self-help books I've scoured over for the past few years. I just feel like there isn't any hope.
I'm a writer, and some silly part in the back of my mind just believes that is what makes it impossible for me to get better. I feel like I'm just lumped into that long list of female nuerotic writers who end-up killing themselves at a young age. That sounds so harsh, I know, but I'm so afraid that is how I'm going to end up. That, if I don't get better, at the age of thirty I'm just going to give up. I don't want to be the next Plath.
I have problems with depression more-so than anxiety, and I wondered from the beginning if this program is still right for me. Is it?
With that said, it seems weird now that at the age of twenty, I'm fairly OCD free but the most paralyzed I have ever been in my life. I had problems with depression through highschool (Mostly blamed on a hormone condition called Polycystic Ovarian Syndrom), but suddenly when the university called, my anxiety kicked into high gear.
The worst is the social anxiety. I've always felt slightly awkward and "different", but I always managed to deal with social situations exceedingly well. I was actually on stage in one form or the other through most of my highschool experience! Now I can't walk into a room of people with out completely freezing up. At twenty, I haven't made a single friend at college because of this. It's so dibilitating!
The thing is, I've been going to therapy for the past six years, and there doesn't seem to be any end in sight. My parents bought me this program, but I'm afraid it's just going to end up like all of those other self-help books I've scoured over for the past few years. I just feel like there isn't any hope.
I'm a writer, and some silly part in the back of my mind just believes that is what makes it impossible for me to get better. I feel like I'm just lumped into that long list of female nuerotic writers who end-up killing themselves at a young age. That sounds so harsh, I know, but I'm so afraid that is how I'm going to end up. That, if I don't get better, at the age of thirty I'm just going to give up. I don't want to be the next Plath.
I have problems with depression more-so than anxiety, and I wondered from the beginning if this program is still right for me. Is it?