I understand. I don't talk about my illness(es) to anybody except one of my best friends. I've never been in a situation where I've told someone and they ditch me because I only tell a select few, two to be exact. I started taking medication a few weeks ago and was nervous about picking it up, thinking the employees would be judging me for what I'm taking. It took me a couple weeks to tell my roommate/ex boyfriend what my doctor is treating me for. He's understanding. I still feel odd when I take my pills though. I feel like I'm being judged so I sneak them.
I told my dad but he tried to rationalize all of my symptoms. He doesn't get it.
I was at work a couple days ago and I was feeling really anxious/angry/stressed out/depressed and a girl I work with told me the new girl told her she thinks I'm rude, basically a bitch. That didn't help of course. I was ready to give up and leave and never come back. Not only do I have to deal with my emotions (which usually have no reason to be there in the first place) but I have to keep up a cheery fucking charade for everyone. My boss told me numerous times that day to smile. Well damn I can't when I could burst into tears at any moment and run out pissed off stressed out and suicidal. Damn it.
Thank you for sharing that. You are very brave to be so honest here.
That is exactly how I feel too, except I have been dealing with this for longer and have tried to open up to more people over the years, which has been a huge mistake.
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I understand. I don't talk about my illness(es) to anybody except one of my best friends. I've never been in a situation where I've told someone and they ditch me because I only tell a select few, two to be exact. I started taking medication a few weeks ago and was nervous about picking it up, thinking the employees would be judging me for what I'm taking. It took me a couple weeks to tell my roommate/ex boyfriend what my doctor is treating me for. He's understanding. I still feel odd when I take my pills though. I feel like I'm being judged so I sneak them.
I told my dad but he tried to rationalize all of my symptoms. He doesn't get it.
I was at work a couple days ago and I was feeling really anxious/angry/stressed out/depressed and a girl I work with told me the new girl told her she thinks I'm rude, basically a bitch. That didn't help of course. I was ready to give up and leave and never come back. Not only do I have to deal with my emotions (which usually have no reason to be there in the first place) but I have to keep up a cheery fucking charade for everyone. My boss told me numerous times that day to smile. Well damn I can't when I could burst into tears at any moment and run out pissed off stressed out and suicidal. Damn it.
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Thank you for sharing that. You are very brave to be so honest here.
That is exactly how I feel too, except I have been dealing with this for longer and have tried to open up to more people over the years, which has been a huge mistake.
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For me, the problem is not opening up to people. Which is why I try my best to be completely open and honest on here. It's a start. :)
I wouldn't judge you by the way. You can talk to me any time, message me if'd like. :)