I've had a shit day all my paranoid delusions are wearing on me. It's like I can hear them whispering talking shit about me how terrible and slow I am in the lab. I'm never going to graduate and even if I do I'll never get a job, never go to med school & everybody knows it. They look at me and I see them sneering god I just want it to be over trade my brain in for a new one this one's broke
Listen, babe, you're gonna graduate, you're gonna get a job. Guess what else, you're going to be the boss at your new job. Those other nurses can tell you like to gamble, but they don't understand that you're not gambling simply for some cheap thrill, but there's something in the odds. You have to take that intensity with you into your work.
Yeah screw what they think, you're better then all of them, just keep at what you want and don't stoop to other peoples ignorant level
Don't know any of the details but felt I just wanted to send you a big warm positive cyber hug knowing you will do well - it will work out cos you want it to.:2thumbsup: xxx :2thumbsup:
Thanks alot for the positive words people, really appreciate it. today was more manageable I could get by without having an anxiety attack
Yeah my brain likes to do that to me as well.....its not quite like I can almost hear such things being said, but the thoughts certainly like repeating themselves and going on and on....until I feel like crap and have no motivation. So I know that sort of thing can be really frustrating and quite exhausting. so yeah I'm sorry I don't really have an optimistic statement about this...but I hope your able to get through these feelings and all and can do what you want with your life. But even if college and medical school does not work out maybe there are other things you could try. I actually have dropped out of college and don't plan to go back...since I know I can't handle the stress but then even in college I did not really have a very specific end goal.......I was working towards so that didn't help.
whenever i hear people laughing but i didn't hear the joke i always assume it's about me. then i remind myself how ridiculous that is
It's usually like driving down the road in your car, afraid to pick your nose because everyone else on the road is watching you. When in reality no one is paying attention and you can pick your nose till it bleeds if you wanted to. Even if they are talkIng shit.....don't let what they say define you. Work to prove them wrong instead of worrying about proving them right.
I don't know why this is supposed to be the standard response to paranoid people. Has it ever worked? Like "Oh shit, he's right. My mental illness is all gone now."
Hey man I relate. I had these problems coming back a bit lately. I'm not sure why but I can think of a few factors. The other night my neighbors were talking and laughing all night from 1 am to about 3 30 am and they stopped because eventually I yelled out the window "shut the f up!" i feel bad about it now but I could not sleep the whole time...so it sucked. Just remind yourself it's really not people talking about you, it's just you thinking you're projecting stuff. but it's not real I dont think.
Those people sound like assholes and are probably just jealous of your immense intellect,... to hell with what they think or say
Well I apologized the next day. I was half asleep and didn't mean to freak out. I also came home at about 12 am from a pagan ceremony with positive vibes and banishing negativity. I was so clear headed, but also i notice the more i open myself up spiritually the harder it will get to discern the metaphysical from the real. OP, I used to get social anxiety and still do sometimes. But I think anxiety is more normal than people admit. I started taking medications which helped with anxiety, depression, and mania. Before I had it so bad, that it felt like low self esteem except it wasnt, just low amount of seratonin most likely. I was afraid to look at people in the eye because ...well I'm also a tad psychic. I've shut off the psychic stuff, but I sometimes wish I could stop the meds. I get sleep paralysis that turns into astral/dreams, and I can control my dreams off meds, except that with that much going on in my brain, it's hard to make sense of. If I don't take the medication it seems to return, first anxiety than mania. I hate my illness with a passion, but I also feel like I could use this experience as a way to advocate for others. I wouldn't advise anyone to take meds unless it's a last resort. I feel that although they helped me out of a crisis, now that I'm on them for life there is no sense of recovery, just maintaining normalcy which is as good as it gets right now. They must be working pretty well though, because i'm no longer having symptoms of any disorder.
