i had two presentations to do this week for school. last tuesday i had to present bing.com, explain how to work it and all that dumb shit. today i had to present my OWN web page for my HTML class. i had to take 5mg of xanax on each day. i thought 3mg would do the trick, but nope. i thought 5mg would be a little much, but it was perfect. which fucking sucks. for sooo long now i've been managing my anxiety with xanax. i ran out of other options when my insurance ran out. i was doing so good. i would only buy a few, and take .5 when i had to do important things. then i would save my last 1mg for months, knowing that i had that one little blue pill, just in case, was enough to keep me sane.
lately i've been really depressed. my social anxiety has gotten so bad that i rarely ever leave my house. i make excuses constantly as to why i can't go out. i don't feel comfortable enough to answer my own telephone. i hate driving. i don't go anywhere alone usually. i just really hate the way i'm living right now. i don't feel comfortable in my own skin. i've experienced withdrawal before and it was horrible. and i know it's coming soon. i was going to try and taper off, but then these presentations came up and they seriously made me feel like i was going to vomit every time i thought about it. i can't even describe the feeling. and my mind would get consumed with these negative thoughts, that i KNEW were irrational but there was nothing i could do about it. it's hell.
and the ONLY thing that ever makes me feel comfortable, is xanax. fuck tolerance, and fuck social anxiety. and especially fuck depression and FUCKING BEST FRIENDS WHO KILL THEMSELVES AND FUCK MY FUCKING HEAD UP FOR THE REST OF MY FUCKING LIFE.
lately i've been really depressed. my social anxiety has gotten so bad that i rarely ever leave my house. i make excuses constantly as to why i can't go out. i don't feel comfortable enough to answer my own telephone. i hate driving. i don't go anywhere alone usually. i just really hate the way i'm living right now. i don't feel comfortable in my own skin. i've experienced withdrawal before and it was horrible. and i know it's coming soon. i was going to try and taper off, but then these presentations came up and they seriously made me feel like i was going to vomit every time i thought about it. i can't even describe the feeling. and my mind would get consumed with these negative thoughts, that i KNEW were irrational but there was nothing i could do about it. it's hell.
and the ONLY thing that ever makes me feel comfortable, is xanax. fuck tolerance, and fuck social anxiety. and especially fuck depression and FUCKING BEST FRIENDS WHO KILL THEMSELVES AND FUCK MY FUCKING HEAD UP FOR THE REST OF MY FUCKING LIFE.
