I can’t tell you the amount of times I have discussed my anxiety disorder. I have talked about it, in depth, to my friends, family, husband, Listen, Lucy followers and complete strangers. I have talked about it on stage in front of hundreds. I have talked about it at meetings and when I am with my support system. I have talked about it with therapists and doctors and I have even talked about it to random people I have met out and about. I have no problem telling anyone every single detail of my struggle.
waves. she comes in waves.
and she is dark like the ocean.
I wanted to play but i didnt have a tennis racket i wanted to take lessons but i was too afriad to ask.
I've been dealing with this since the 7th grade when I was 13 and I am now 17 almost 18, and nothing has gotten easier, I've just learned was of dealing with it. I might not look "sick" but I most definitely feel it and it's hard to miss a number of days of school and when you go back have people ask you what was wrong or where have you been.
I am a father of an 18 year old young man. I am also a recovering alcoholic. Trust me when I say that last part is sometimes the hardest part.
I want people to like me, or at least acknowledge my existence. I feel that I should try harder to feel. To be normal and have friends and just... function. I've started to hate myself. Started to slip through the cracks of my mind, into loneliness.
I’ve exhausted my friends with our situation, I know they’ll listen but really there is only one person left to talk it out with: you. But you won’t text me back (god, what a stupid millennial problem). Technology makes it so easy for you to hide behind a screen, to forget I’m a human with feelings, feelings that you’ve hurt. So, I’ll just write it all out.
Does anyone ever wake up in the morning and your eyes shoot open and your mind starts racing a million miles an hour? Do you ever feel like the muscles in your legs are so tense that you can’t focus, you can’t relax and you can’t stop thinking about how tense your legs are that your eyes fill up with tears and you pace around your room in a way that can only be described as manic? Do your hands and legs shake as you walk and your breath shortens and you feel like you don’t know what is wrong but only that something is very, very wrong and at any minute you are just going to crumble? That a wrong look or a small obstacle could send you into a complete down-spiral? Anyone?
He made me feel unworthy of his time. I've moved on from him, as a person, knowing that he was utterly toxic to my life, but I'm not over the way he made me feel about myself. I cried every night begging for some magical epiphany to tell me how I could get him to love me.
"Listen, Lucy: Tonight was my first encounter with Listen, Lucy. Everyone has a story, a unique one that makes them who they are. Each of our stories have different chapters, different hardships, different obstacles we hurdle to come to where we are. Reflecting on some of the stories I felt maybe a small part of my story, just one chapter could be of value to someone else.
"Listen, Lucy: I graduated from high school in 2008, and have since gone on to marry the love of my life and give birth to a beautiful daughter. She is the reason I feel the need to s hare my story, because I don't want her to ever doubt her abilities, worth in this world, or be ashamed of her journey.
"Listen Lucy: I'm not really sure I have a story to be quite honest. So many others have gone through things much worse than I have; have had so much more hardship to endure. Who am I to be writing on this page from a college dorm room with a full stomach and loving friends and family by my side? But maybe that's the problem. "
I have an anxiety disorder and I've been getting low grades because of it. When you came in to talk to our stress and anxiety group at my school it made me feel so much better.
I have had anxiety disorder, panic disorder, and depression since I was 14, and I am finally telling people about now - I am 25.
I have a lot of friends but feel lonely. I have great ideas but feel suffocated by one word of criticism. I am beautiful but feel so ugly. My life seems perfect but it is anything but.
I feel very alone. I just got out of a long-term relationship and I know it was for the best and that he wasn't someone I should spend my life with, but it still hurts. It hurts because I thought I was going to spend my life with him. It hurts because I thought he was committed and that he deeply loved me in the same way I loved him. It hurts because he got caught up in another girl and couldn't even decide what to do. It hurts because he wasn't mature enough to handle who I've grown to be and who I'm becoming, and it hurts because I was blindsided by it all. It hurts because I thought he had integrity and character and instead I find out that the person I've loved for so many years isn't who I thought he was.
I have been bullied all my life. Through elementary school, I was called fat and ugly. And even through middle school, I've been called worse than that. I was sitting in reading, and the kid behind me said, "At least it's better than being a guy like her," and he pointed at me.
Some days I'll come to
Tuesday is a giant day for our country. It is going to make history. You are going to learn about this some day in school. There are actually a ton of things going on right now that you are going to learn about in school. That being said, there are some things that I want to say now while I am feeling them. There are things I want you to know, things you need to know
This is what it felt like when I was depressed last year. I'm afraid that it will come again; I don't think it will, but it's always in the back of my mind that the sad feelings will come again, and this time, I won't be able to get back to normal.
On August 8, 2016, I tried to commit suicide. I took 100 500 mg acetaminophen pills with the express hope that my liver would stop functioning and that I would die. My fiance called 911 and I was rushed to the local hospital, denying to the police, the emts, the nurses, and the doctors that I had taken anything