beyondbreath
Member
- Nov 19, 2019
- 45
I've done everything right. I saw the therapists and counselors and did the group therapy. I did CBT, I was an inpatient, I have taken many different meds, prayer, but I still suffer every single day from anxiety. I SUFFER. And people, the system, doesn't care because I'm functional. Because I can get up and go to work, and clean myself and eat, I'm not a priority. I'm a "success".
Why isn't my suffering something that matters??? I'm working and I got a diploma and a degree, and I get up every day. So therefore, it just doesn't count I guess. The fact that deep inside anxiety continues to destroy me despite the use of "coping strategies" is swept under the rug. It's hell. And I have to push it all down until it all boils over once every whatever number of months and I have a small breakdown over something and just can't do it anymore. Then I get up and go to work the next day. And there's no support.
The system isn't about helping us. It isn't about ending our suffering. It's about making sure we are ready to go, cogs in the machine. Are you able to fulfill your expected role? Then you don't get any help, unless you can pay for outside help (Ontario health insurance covers very little mental health service). Sit down, shut up, and work. We don't care about your tears.
Guys, what am I supposed to do? It's killing me silently. Anxiety is just killing me. And any help I try to get is just the same rehashed bullshit over and over again. It feels like only a lobotomy can help me at this point. I'm 28. I live on my own, I work, I am alive somehow. God, I'm alive. But I can't handle this on my own. But there's no help because I'm functional and not about to step off a tall building.
Why isn't my suffering something that matters??? I'm working and I got a diploma and a degree, and I get up every day. So therefore, it just doesn't count I guess. The fact that deep inside anxiety continues to destroy me despite the use of "coping strategies" is swept under the rug. It's hell. And I have to push it all down until it all boils over once every whatever number of months and I have a small breakdown over something and just can't do it anymore. Then I get up and go to work the next day. And there's no support.
The system isn't about helping us. It isn't about ending our suffering. It's about making sure we are ready to go, cogs in the machine. Are you able to fulfill your expected role? Then you don't get any help, unless you can pay for outside help (Ontario health insurance covers very little mental health service). Sit down, shut up, and work. We don't care about your tears.
Guys, what am I supposed to do? It's killing me silently. Anxiety is just killing me. And any help I try to get is just the same rehashed bullshit over and over again. It feels like only a lobotomy can help me at this point. I'm 28. I live on my own, I work, I am alive somehow. God, I'm alive. But I can't handle this on my own. But there's no help because I'm functional and not about to step off a tall building.