Originally, it was depression and very low self esteem caused by academic pressure and I had anxiety as well which led me to joining SS when it got serious, but now its so much more and that would probably be an understatement in my case…
Ever since I failed SN in September or whenever it happened, things have only gone downhill for me. My mental health has deteriorated and since then I have gotten diagnosed with bpd, a shit load of different anxieties (social anxiety, panic disorder, separation anxiety, selective mutism (which is obvious that I have)), major depression, ptsd from being abused and bullied (I don't want to talk about the bullying and this is the first time I ever brought it up to anyone and it was bad) and schizophrenia… I am constantly overwhelmed by my emotions and suffering, in a state of misery, paranoid, panicky, I have panic attacks and mental breakdowns daily even if nothing is happening and so much pressure is on me right now from the fear of sn becoming unavailable for individuals. I can't describe with words the full extent of my suffering. Most of the time I want to scream and bang my head against the wall in hopes it will distract me or something, and now I'm addicted to SH. My body looks disgusting.
My physical health has deteriorated too (not as much as other members here though, and I really do pity them), I probably have some bone problem now that gives me bodily weakness, gives me constant bone aching, and makes it difficult to walk and because of my anxiety and paranoia I'm too afraid to talk about it to the doctors even though they're right here (I'm in a psych ward). I recently developed sleep disturbances and most of the time it is very hard to fall asleep and thats the only true relief from all my suffering. My nausea also worsened. And most of the time I'm exhausted.
My tolerance for all this shit that I have to deal with has also gone down enormously. Every day is hell and it only gets worse and worse.
There is also no way of me ever getting sn any time soon because my "family" probably loves to see me suffer. I lost all freedoms, I have no control over MY money, I can't even go outside by myself anymore, and I'm convinced that they've installed cameras in my room.
On top of all this shit I have a very negative outlook on life and I see no point in continuing to suffer for the sake of "recovery" if there's the possibility that this could happen again or even worse. Maybe I could get a disability, or chronic pain, maybe a disease, the possibilities are endless. Theres no point in enduring in my case if extreme suffering is always a possibility and considering my bad luck it is a real possibility. Just kill me already.
This life always finds ways to fuck with me yet I'm forced to stay here, and nothing ever improves.
Sorry if this is disorganized I am disorganized because of anxiety and whatever I am will reflect onto my messages.
Antipsychotics the absolute worst drug in the world. It switched off every emotion and feeling along with depleting my energy levels to zero. I also couldn't do anything except lay down and rest for about 3 months.
Because of all this I had too much time alone with my thoughts and realized so much stuff about the world and how bad it truly is to live in it.
The same happens to me (when I actually take my antipsychotics). I hate meds.