He and my lack of motivation both are ruining my life. I have probably lost both a son and a husband due to this problem I was born with that only got worse the more I was forced to sit down and shut up. I have nobody but Beth to talk to right now. It's good we started talking, I had wanted to talk to her for a while. My parents are probably upset at me for yelling on the phone, and Stan hates my guts for yeling at him on the phone when he kept misinterpreting me and taking things too literal. I am all alone. I don't even remember most of the people I used to talk to. My memory for that kind of thing used to be good. I need someone to talk to, and Stan is disgusted that I can't even drag myself to a psychiatrist's or psychologist's office to get help so that I won't offend him any more. I know I have an attention/concentration/motivation/stimulation/depression problem but I can't get help for it due to its very nature. Listening to stimulating music helps tho, and talking to people on here.
I am so tired of being a loser. I think it's actually the stress of knowing what people expect of me that's causing me to freezer and choke. I'll have an apartment soon and I have income and as long as I can pay the rent and feed myself I can take my time with the other things. I keep forgetting that I can insist that it's an emergency and that I need an appointment RIGHT AWAY but yet I fear that if they think I'm that desperate they'll put me in the mental hospital as an inpatient, just to get rid of me.
I know he doesn't talk like this, but I can still picture Stan shaking his head and going "Oh Ana, you're such an idiot. Been getting psych help for 2.5 years and still a big mess."
I am so tired of being a loser. I think it's actually the stress of knowing what people expect of me that's causing me to freezer and choke. I'll have an apartment soon and I have income and as long as I can pay the rent and feed myself I can take my time with the other things. I keep forgetting that I can insist that it's an emergency and that I need an appointment RIGHT AWAY but yet I fear that if they think I'm that desperate they'll put me in the mental hospital as an inpatient, just to get rid of me.
I know he doesn't talk like this, but I can still picture Stan shaking his head and going "Oh Ana, you're such an idiot. Been getting psych help for 2.5 years and still a big mess."