elouber
19-05-13, 19:25
Hi,
I am literally at the point that I want to end my life and see no other option for me in this hell that I am living in. This is going to be a long post but I really need any sort of advice, help, comfort anyone can give, because I seriously cannot do this anymore.
I am 21 years old and I cannot be without my parents. From a very young age I could not deal with my mother being even out of eyesight from me and would scream the place down until she came back and I could see her again. All through early education I had fears of being away from my parents and would begrudgingly go to school but rush out as soon as school was over to be back with my mum. I never used to sleep unless my mum sat at the end of the bed and waited for me to drift off. I never went on any school trips that meant being away from home for even one night, and always made up excuses not to go to sleepovers or events that would mean being away from home or my parents for longer than I felt comfortable.
This routine has followed me throughout my whole life to the point that when I plucked up the courage to book a girls holiday away abroad for a week at 18 I convinced myself that I would be able to go and conquer my fears. The day before I was due to leave I crumbled, had panic attack after panic attack and ended up giving in to my demons and waving my friends off to have a week in the sun having fun, whilst I wallowed at home.
I ended up giving up a place at university which I had strived so hard to get to study Journalism, even though I was planning on staying at home and travelling in everyday, because I couldnt bear the thought that I would have to socialise with people my own age who would then want to go and do things that I couldnt do due to my fears or being away from home and my parents.
I now work in a dead end retail job, which has become my security blanket as it is safe and familiar and I know the people there, but I hate my work and feel so degraded and alone. Most people who work with me are just there until the economic climate picks up (whenever it will!) and then they'll be moving on and out of home to start their lives properly. Most of them are dating, going on holidays with friends, boyfriends etc, and have social lives. I spend every night at home with my parents watching TV, surfing the internet and ocassionaly reading. I have a couple of friends who I gained at school who also didnt go to university (wasn't their thing) who I go out with once in a blue moon to the cinema or out of for dinner and whilst I appreciate the company I cant help but feel that Im just going out for the sake of trying to prove that I am not totally crazy. I also go out to dinner with a couple of the girls from work every now and then, but again this is always for the same reason.
My parents went on holiday for the first time without me last year and I hated it. I hardly ate for the whole week they were away and the first couple of days I had crippling panic attacks and stressed out completely. When they came back I felt such a sense of relief and forgot about the troubles I had had when they were away. However this week they admitted that they had booked another holiday away, in celebration of my Dad's 50th birthday, for 10 days and I literally fell apart. I spent days not eating, panic attacks at night, thoughts running through my mind as to how I was going to be able to cope, what I would do if x,y or z went wrong or I couldn't deal with it. My reaction did not go unnoticed and my parents have now admitted defeat and have cancelled the holiday, leaving them terribly out of pocket and both stressed out. They have both said now that they will never be able to go on holiday together and have said if one of them needs a holiday, they will go with a friend, whilst the other stays at home with me, and vice versa. We have no extended family, it is literally just me and my parents, and whilst we have a couple of close family friends who are aware of my troubles and who always offer for me to stay with them if my parents go away, or even for one of them to come and live with me whilst they are gone, I would still feel terrible, and at the end of the day this is just covering up a problem for a certain period of time rather than dealing with the issues that I have. My parents have also told me they both feel that I will never move out of home, and that I will never have experiences like I should like falling in love, having a child, a good job, a home of my own or anything that life should really be about.
I have never had a boyfriend, I find it hard to socialise with people my own age as I feel like if I admitted to someone my true feelings/fears they would drop me and run a mile (and I wouldnt blame them to be honest). I have never felt comfortable having friends come over to my house, or stay over (I don't understand why this is, I just don't). All the way through growing up I never really wanted to socialise, and this is probably due to the fact that socialising in essence takes me away from my home and my parents.
I am petrified about my future, and at 21 years of age that kills me. If this is what the next 50 or so years of my life has in store for me then I want nothing more to do with it. I have already looked at suicide websites and think i know how I would kill myself, the only thing that is holding me back is if if was not successful (did not kill me) and the consequences that would bring afterwards. My mother has told me that she would be devastated if I killed myself and it would hurt her and my dad, but the thing that would help her cope with the loss would be that fact that I was never happy on earth, and lived my life in total dread at what my future held. My parents are both totally exhausted with the stress I am causing and what this is doing to our family and I fear that one of them will leave to try and salvage some sort of life as they grow older, and/or they will also try and harm themselves in order to escape this hell that we are living in that I have created.
I don't want the moon, or riches, or anything other than a life. A life in which I can be independent and live on my own, or with a friend or boyfriend/husband and of course still be close to my parents, but for them to be able to have a life also without me and to enjoy growing old together in peace. I want to be able to leave my current job if offered another position in the industry I wish to work in and be able to adjust to my new positon without absolutely crippling fear. My parents have done nothing wrong, and yet they have ended up with a wreck of a daughter who cannot function without them.
I have been on various different medications for depression and anxiety since the age of 12. I've tried pretty much every SSRI going, and am currently taking pregablin for anxiety with nothing else as I've had some bad physical reactions to some SSRI's in the past. My parents have both commented that I am much easier to talk to and socialise with since being off the anti depressants as on them they refer to me as being like a 'zombie'; not really present, very switched off and isolated. However my fears either on medication or off have not subsided. I have tried CBT on three separate occasions, but have never seen a full cycle of sessions through as I feel CBT is very 'wishy-washy' and doesnt really get to the issues I have and how I can deal with them.
I am literally at the end of my tether, if I cant find any light at the end of the tunnel then I don't believe I will see this year out. I honestly believe that I will end my life.
Does anybody else out there recognise anything that I am going through, has anyone conquered this, or something like this and how did you do it? Where do I go from here and how can I make something good happen in all of this darkness?
I am literally at the point that I want to end my life and see no other option for me in this hell that I am living in. This is going to be a long post but I really need any sort of advice, help, comfort anyone can give, because I seriously cannot do this anymore.
I am 21 years old and I cannot be without my parents. From a very young age I could not deal with my mother being even out of eyesight from me and would scream the place down until she came back and I could see her again. All through early education I had fears of being away from my parents and would begrudgingly go to school but rush out as soon as school was over to be back with my mum. I never used to sleep unless my mum sat at the end of the bed and waited for me to drift off. I never went on any school trips that meant being away from home for even one night, and always made up excuses not to go to sleepovers or events that would mean being away from home or my parents for longer than I felt comfortable.
This routine has followed me throughout my whole life to the point that when I plucked up the courage to book a girls holiday away abroad for a week at 18 I convinced myself that I would be able to go and conquer my fears. The day before I was due to leave I crumbled, had panic attack after panic attack and ended up giving in to my demons and waving my friends off to have a week in the sun having fun, whilst I wallowed at home.
I ended up giving up a place at university which I had strived so hard to get to study Journalism, even though I was planning on staying at home and travelling in everyday, because I couldnt bear the thought that I would have to socialise with people my own age who would then want to go and do things that I couldnt do due to my fears or being away from home and my parents.
I now work in a dead end retail job, which has become my security blanket as it is safe and familiar and I know the people there, but I hate my work and feel so degraded and alone. Most people who work with me are just there until the economic climate picks up (whenever it will!) and then they'll be moving on and out of home to start their lives properly. Most of them are dating, going on holidays with friends, boyfriends etc, and have social lives. I spend every night at home with my parents watching TV, surfing the internet and ocassionaly reading. I have a couple of friends who I gained at school who also didnt go to university (wasn't their thing) who I go out with once in a blue moon to the cinema or out of for dinner and whilst I appreciate the company I cant help but feel that Im just going out for the sake of trying to prove that I am not totally crazy. I also go out to dinner with a couple of the girls from work every now and then, but again this is always for the same reason.
My parents went on holiday for the first time without me last year and I hated it. I hardly ate for the whole week they were away and the first couple of days I had crippling panic attacks and stressed out completely. When they came back I felt such a sense of relief and forgot about the troubles I had had when they were away. However this week they admitted that they had booked another holiday away, in celebration of my Dad's 50th birthday, for 10 days and I literally fell apart. I spent days not eating, panic attacks at night, thoughts running through my mind as to how I was going to be able to cope, what I would do if x,y or z went wrong or I couldn't deal with it. My reaction did not go unnoticed and my parents have now admitted defeat and have cancelled the holiday, leaving them terribly out of pocket and both stressed out. They have both said now that they will never be able to go on holiday together and have said if one of them needs a holiday, they will go with a friend, whilst the other stays at home with me, and vice versa. We have no extended family, it is literally just me and my parents, and whilst we have a couple of close family friends who are aware of my troubles and who always offer for me to stay with them if my parents go away, or even for one of them to come and live with me whilst they are gone, I would still feel terrible, and at the end of the day this is just covering up a problem for a certain period of time rather than dealing with the issues that I have. My parents have also told me they both feel that I will never move out of home, and that I will never have experiences like I should like falling in love, having a child, a good job, a home of my own or anything that life should really be about.
I have never had a boyfriend, I find it hard to socialise with people my own age as I feel like if I admitted to someone my true feelings/fears they would drop me and run a mile (and I wouldnt blame them to be honest). I have never felt comfortable having friends come over to my house, or stay over (I don't understand why this is, I just don't). All the way through growing up I never really wanted to socialise, and this is probably due to the fact that socialising in essence takes me away from my home and my parents.
I am petrified about my future, and at 21 years of age that kills me. If this is what the next 50 or so years of my life has in store for me then I want nothing more to do with it. I have already looked at suicide websites and think i know how I would kill myself, the only thing that is holding me back is if if was not successful (did not kill me) and the consequences that would bring afterwards. My mother has told me that she would be devastated if I killed myself and it would hurt her and my dad, but the thing that would help her cope with the loss would be that fact that I was never happy on earth, and lived my life in total dread at what my future held. My parents are both totally exhausted with the stress I am causing and what this is doing to our family and I fear that one of them will leave to try and salvage some sort of life as they grow older, and/or they will also try and harm themselves in order to escape this hell that we are living in that I have created.
I don't want the moon, or riches, or anything other than a life. A life in which I can be independent and live on my own, or with a friend or boyfriend/husband and of course still be close to my parents, but for them to be able to have a life also without me and to enjoy growing old together in peace. I want to be able to leave my current job if offered another position in the industry I wish to work in and be able to adjust to my new positon without absolutely crippling fear. My parents have done nothing wrong, and yet they have ended up with a wreck of a daughter who cannot function without them.
I have been on various different medications for depression and anxiety since the age of 12. I've tried pretty much every SSRI going, and am currently taking pregablin for anxiety with nothing else as I've had some bad physical reactions to some SSRI's in the past. My parents have both commented that I am much easier to talk to and socialise with since being off the anti depressants as on them they refer to me as being like a 'zombie'; not really present, very switched off and isolated. However my fears either on medication or off have not subsided. I have tried CBT on three separate occasions, but have never seen a full cycle of sessions through as I feel CBT is very 'wishy-washy' and doesnt really get to the issues I have and how I can deal with them.
I am literally at the end of my tether, if I cant find any light at the end of the tunnel then I don't believe I will see this year out. I honestly believe that I will end my life.
Does anybody else out there recognise anything that I am going through, has anyone conquered this, or something like this and how did you do it? Where do I go from here and how can I make something good happen in all of this darkness?