I started off hating primary school and eventually stopped eating while in school but nobody did anything and had to come home for lunch. It got worse when in high school I would throw up every morning and cry but my mum said it was just nerves. Then college came along and I was so anxious about everything I kept lashing out at everyone and being a bitch all the time towards everyone.
I've now got a set of bad grades that taunt me as if I'm now a failure and will never get anywhere.
I'm still in college and I hate it so much I can't see myself getting through the next year. This year has been nearly as bad as the year before but I've kept it a secret from nearly everyone.
I went to a counsellor who got me to go to the doctor but I didn't go back to her. Eventually, I went to my GP and got anti-depressants to help with the anxiety but my parents took them off me before I could even take them because they didn't like the side effects and didnt want me getting hooked. I didn't go back to the GP because I was too scared to, especially as my parents said there was nothing wrong with me. Also, the GP didn't really take my anxiety seriously and put it down to exams.
My parents don't know that a couple of years ago I was convinced that I was going to die and they still don't know I still sometimes believe something terrible will happen and I will die.
Well yeah, I don't really know what to say.
I hate it how people don't consider anxiety to be an illness but it really is. People have no idea what it's like to freak out every time they leave the house. In fact, i don't even like leaving my bedroom. I just wish this never happened to me in the first place. Maybe then I would've turned out to be a better person.