Trapped and needing some help
Posted: Mon Nov 11, 2013 3:24 pm
I began typing on this forum because I've literally considered all my options, and I don't have anywhere else to be right now.
I've been having panic attacks all day today, and I'm quite exhausted, but without much energy to figure out what to do. The day started off fine, I was running errands in the morning, although I had woken up feeling like a car crash victim for some odd reason. A few hours later, it caught up to me, and I felt so faint and paranoid in the street that I rushed back home, and became quite ill and couldn't get up, it hurt to move, it hurt to cry, to everything.
Today, I realized it came back. Chronic anxiety and depression, triggered by a not so great situation that I'm in right now.
You see, I live by myself in a foreign city, due to a complicated story, but the bottom line is I have little to no real human contact recently, as I have just moved back after my visa expired in another country where I was happily studying and working. My family doesn't live here. They live back home. But I can't go home, because I first need to get my first job in a recession-struck country (the only one where I'm still legal), in order to get citizenship and thus validate my entry back into the country where I had been living so happily just a few months ago. Shitty, complicated, not worth going into any further.
I'm not American or English, but I don't want to discuss it right now.
But I had been happy so far. I had real friends, and an amazing city/school/internship going on. But it had a time limit, and I knew it. When my visa expired, I decided I was going to stay in a nearby country and fight for a way back in, legally. Because I wanted to be strong, and get a good quality life in the city where I'd made so many friends during my long exchange programme. But shit happens, and this is my third month of unemployment, after failing multiple attempts and the only 2 interviews I'd been able to get. Without a job, I move no further, and will be forced to move back home for good.
I miss home! I love my family, even though they're all weird. But I don't belong there, never did. The place itself drives me crazy.
The reason I've been failing miserably? I've been constantly fighting back depression every single day since the day I had to leave my good life. I've had severe anxiety for years, and it got out of control a couple times during college, but I was surrounded by such great people at the time that I made it through. This is the first time I have to go through the panic attacks, the failures and the sick days in my bed, by myself in my apartment, away from my friends and family.
The reason I started writing is, I don't want this. My body and mind have shut down again, and I'm not ready to throw it all away. I need some sort of help, but I'm unable to talk to anyone about it because nobody I trust is here with me, and I don't have the money to seek actual help, and you don't want me to go through the public health system in my current country, because for one thing, mental health is not considered an issue, and as a foreigner it is so awkward, and, DONE.
I did not choose to get struck by this thing that is now wasting my precious time. I scream quite a lot inside and out, but that doesn't seem to overpower the nightmare that is my depression. I tell it to stop. I've had similar attacks before when I was 17-19, so I know what they are. But now it's stronger and I'm in exile. Great news for me.
...help?
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I've been having panic attacks all day today, and I'm quite exhausted, but without much energy to figure out what to do. The day started off fine, I was running errands in the morning, although I had woken up feeling like a car crash victim for some odd reason. A few hours later, it caught up to me, and I felt so faint and paranoid in the street that I rushed back home, and became quite ill and couldn't get up, it hurt to move, it hurt to cry, to everything.
Today, I realized it came back. Chronic anxiety and depression, triggered by a not so great situation that I'm in right now.
You see, I live by myself in a foreign city, due to a complicated story, but the bottom line is I have little to no real human contact recently, as I have just moved back after my visa expired in another country where I was happily studying and working. My family doesn't live here. They live back home. But I can't go home, because I first need to get my first job in a recession-struck country (the only one where I'm still legal), in order to get citizenship and thus validate my entry back into the country where I had been living so happily just a few months ago. Shitty, complicated, not worth going into any further.
I'm not American or English, but I don't want to discuss it right now.
But I had been happy so far. I had real friends, and an amazing city/school/internship going on. But it had a time limit, and I knew it. When my visa expired, I decided I was going to stay in a nearby country and fight for a way back in, legally. Because I wanted to be strong, and get a good quality life in the city where I'd made so many friends during my long exchange programme. But shit happens, and this is my third month of unemployment, after failing multiple attempts and the only 2 interviews I'd been able to get. Without a job, I move no further, and will be forced to move back home for good.
I miss home! I love my family, even though they're all weird. But I don't belong there, never did. The place itself drives me crazy.
The reason I've been failing miserably? I've been constantly fighting back depression every single day since the day I had to leave my good life. I've had severe anxiety for years, and it got out of control a couple times during college, but I was surrounded by such great people at the time that I made it through. This is the first time I have to go through the panic attacks, the failures and the sick days in my bed, by myself in my apartment, away from my friends and family.
The reason I started writing is, I don't want this. My body and mind have shut down again, and I'm not ready to throw it all away. I need some sort of help, but I'm unable to talk to anyone about it because nobody I trust is here with me, and I don't have the money to seek actual help, and you don't want me to go through the public health system in my current country, because for one thing, mental health is not considered an issue, and as a foreigner it is so awkward, and, DONE.
I did not choose to get struck by this thing that is now wasting my precious time. I scream quite a lot inside and out, but that doesn't seem to overpower the nightmare that is my depression. I tell it to stop. I've had similar attacks before when I was 17-19, so I know what they are. But now it's stronger and I'm in exile. Great news for me.
...help?
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