It's weird, because I work myself up so much I gag, when I'm on a set schedule, but I hate not having one. I'm not depressed, because I still have the will to do things. Pardon me, I'd try to do away with whomever gets in the way of my doing things, lol! Like, I hate getting sick, mostly because I can't do everyday tasks like shower, wash clothes, wash dishes or do hobbies. But I don't have very many symptoms of panic attacks, and once I get out there and do whatever it is I'm panicking about, I'm fine. I feel really alone a lot of the time, but I don't want to go out with others that often and I feel they won't understand or will minimize what I go through. I noticed my panic getting worse, after my child was taken from me, even when they put me through endless supervised visitation. I also started to notice it getting worse, when my family started running out of money or I had to manage my own money. Living with someone else really enhances it, as well. I feel like a bitch, because the way everyone else seems to live isn't fit for me, but I never say this out loud. I just make do. That attitude probably comes from having money, not panic disorder. I worry I'm inconviencing others with my activities. Like it takes me a half hour to shower, and I lock the bathroom door when I do so, but there's only one bathroom where I live, so I worry someone will need to use the toilet. I worry thosec I live with are tracking how many time I use the toilet, too, and how much toilet paper I use or how many times I flush. I weorry someone will be able to hear me practicing singing, and find it annoying and tell me to stop. I've stopped opening up to a lot of people, 'cause I'm worried they'll report me for one reason or another, or outcast me. Can this all stem from abuse or emotional trauma? My Grandma threatened me once, when I was taking a shower and she needed to use the toilet. She also put me down for singing. My family and I have also been poor to the point where we've had to use dish soap to wash our hair and the power was cut off. The cops have also come to my house and threatened to arrest me for disruption of the peace and online exploitation for posting photos of my own child on FB, and the Humane Society , as well as Child Welfare have put us through Hell and back again. This kind of stuff never happened to me until just recently. It's also my first time living away from home, and I'm an only child, so used to getting catered to. So i just tell myself I'm being stupid most of the time and carry on with what I need to do, but sometimes I just want to be rescued from it all :-\