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If you do not like me/my rants plz do not read the following…
About 5 or 6 days ago I started having the worst panic attacks of my life. Like, holy shit, I can’t get out of bed I am too scared of life. I honestly don’t know if I can make it through the next hour of existence, let alone the ENTIRE DAY. Shortly thereafter I started having super intense stomach pains and began vomiting uncontrollably. Now, this was humbling kinda sick here folks. I am talkin’ pissing on the bathroom floor while I am puking kinda thing.
OMG body please decide if you are going to make me shit non-stop, or puke my guts out, but not both…anything but both. I had no idea what day it was and I couldn’t remember things that happened…
It was all strangely eye-opening. I tried to workout yesterday and I lasted about 30 mins and was in the bathroom scared to death about what my body was going to do with my insides.
Girl, you’re sick. Why did you do this?
Because life is so meaningless without the gym…
To take away the gym is to take away my life preserver, and how sad is that?
Things are messier than I may have originally realized or maybe it was just denial, who knows.
People say, you need to get your driver’s license, you lack ambition, you seem to be content just having your dad drive you around.
But do you know, when I am driving I start to have panic attacks and it is literally not safe for me to be on the road? LIke I get flushed and sweaty and I can’t breath or focus. Like HOLY FUCK STOP, how can you be so blind to miss that red light right in front of us?!
People say, I need to get out more, and you know what? I make plans, some small, every-two month, plans. And I start freaking out about them a week or so beforehand and then I end up cancelling them last minute because I just cannot stomach the thought of willingly staying up late or eating dinner out when it’s not on the plan 
And my body problems go well beyond “I want to look hot”. Honestly, I have lose skin on my stomach from giving birth to a 9lb gigantor and it tears me upside in a daily basis. LOOK AT YOU you hideous, vile creature ! Kim Kardashian doesn’t have that ! No girls in the change room at the gym seem to have that. None of your friends have that. The princess of whatever doesn’t have that. You can’t diet that away, that is 4 LYFE. SUFFER !!
Dude problems, people problems, social problems, all connected. I don’t trust my own judgement and I don’t really like or trust people. Their intentions as it’s been presented to me are not honorable. I find it hard to forgive all of mankind for breaking my heart year after year.
And my dad’s anxiety is getting worse and it’s feeding my own something terrible. He walks around the house all day hyperventilating.
My whole life it’s been like, “uh oh, we better warn dad, he is going to freak out.”
Hey mom, I think I want to go back to school.
“uh oh, dad is going to freak out.”
Hey mom, my friend ryan from down the street wants to help me try and drive, can we borrow the car?
“Uh oh… and no.”
Hey I want to get gabe a fish…
“Uh…oh…”
Hey I am going to make plans to go out and…
“uh oh…”
I shit you fucking not he had a panic attack because my mom and I wanted to get our hair cuts!!! He thought we would accidently spend 200 dollars on hair extensions!! He had to google the place and read all these customer reviews.
HOLY FUCK CAN I BREATH PLEASE?!!
I Am so fucking smothered and trapped in this crazy f($*#(ed up life. I.WANT.OUT.!!!
People think it’s just a matter of going and doing. A lot of people don’t really understand anxiety. True anxiety disorder hinders life in many extreme ways. I have never so badly before wanted to get better. I just get scared about losing certain aspects of myself like, what if I lose my gym umph and become mediocre?
I love my gym determination, but there is no balance…
I don’t know really, just dumping out my thoughts because if I stand up I’ll shit myself.
What else is there to do really?
Thanks for always being here for me T-Nation.
-Love,
Jenn