Mani
Well known member
I have made improvements to my life. I try to journal once a day. I try to not respond to sounds. I try to accept fear anger and sadness as welcome emotions. Obviously it's still a work in progress, but I'm definitely improving the way i treat my symptoms.
To just be upfront, I'm starting to get impatient. I'm having difficulties finding stuff to do. I want do pick up wood carving (specifically reliëf carving) but im worried it'll make too much noise. I'm a little caught in my feelings tonight. As a part of my new regimen i welcome these emotions; I just felt like venting them here.
I'm such a generic tms case. Aside from my specific symptoms which are quite rare, I have all the characteristics. I'm a TMSer, my way of living wasnt sustainable.
I wouldnt say I'm desperate, but life just isn't that fun right now. I know everyone here probably knows what I'm talking about, but it's just an absolutely dreadful feeling. It's a week that just doesn't quite go the way i wanted it to, and I already feel like this is it.
My chest is doing better at least...
Frankly, I would've hoped to see some more leads.
My strategy remains the same and I do a lot of stuff that I didnt when i came here. But im just feeling down. I figured I'd use this forum to vent.
I'm not even really saying anything. I'm just waffling with dreaded emptiness, not unlike my emotional state.
Ugh
I know what everyone thinks:
"You're giving up too fast"
"You should stick with this a little longer, can't expect improvements immediately."
I know, I know — I'm not giving up. I just feel sad and empty. It's not even my symptoms worsening. It's just — I don't have the words
Also: I find myself daydreaming about my hostel trip, the thing with chronic stress which lead to all of this. I love meeting new people. People were so incredibly nice to me on my trip. In the netherlands people my age are hard to make contact with. I loved how nice people were to me, it felt how i think pretty privilege feels like. People, even women of all people, coming up to me wanting to do something with me. It was incredibly flattering. All of it was way too stressful for me though, I just couldn't handle it at the time. I still have pretty strong emotions to the trip. The memories arent really negative, just very loaded and strong. As bad as the end was, I just cant help but want to do it again.
But — that trip sealed the deal. It was the leadup to all of this. If I'd go there again, most likely the same problems would arise. What did I learn, if after all of this I still want to go back to Thailand?
I'm such a nutcase. I mean — my brain is making sounds too loud. I know he's doing it and yet I can't turn it off.
I'm sitting here pretending to be this TMS expert, telling people what to do when I haven't even got it figured out. To be clear, I comment to engage with the forum and to help people, but it's very pretentious. I couldnt tell anyone what to do.
Blegh, sorry for this word vomit.
The worst part of it all, is how little faith I have in myself. I have kind of gotten to know myself these past - almost - 20 years, and its not really looking good. Imagine i have a kid and suddenly this comes back again. What will i do? I can barely tie my shoes without plugs so its not of great concern right now lol. I'm just an angsty individual.
On my hostel trip I had an incredible fear of rabies. After a dog sneezed on me I myself went completely rabid for 3 weeks. I was fine during daytime when i was with all those sweet folks. However, as soon as i was alone, I'd get insane anxiety attacks. Mrs. Weekes tells us we need to accept the thoughts as they come, which is noble, but i thought i was dying. I mean, rationally I knew that I wasnt dying, but it didnt feel that way. When calling with my dad during an attack he told me to just feel it, to just accept it, but that felt like accepting death. It didnt feel healthy to accept death. I was preparing myself to never see my folks again.
Does someone know why I got these anxiety attacks in Thailand? Does anyone know why I still want to go back there. Why cant i take responsibility ffs.
Bleeeegh
To just be upfront, I'm starting to get impatient. I'm having difficulties finding stuff to do. I want do pick up wood carving (specifically reliëf carving) but im worried it'll make too much noise. I'm a little caught in my feelings tonight. As a part of my new regimen i welcome these emotions; I just felt like venting them here.
I'm such a generic tms case. Aside from my specific symptoms which are quite rare, I have all the characteristics. I'm a TMSer, my way of living wasnt sustainable.
I wouldnt say I'm desperate, but life just isn't that fun right now. I know everyone here probably knows what I'm talking about, but it's just an absolutely dreadful feeling. It's a week that just doesn't quite go the way i wanted it to, and I already feel like this is it.
My chest is doing better at least...
Frankly, I would've hoped to see some more leads.
My strategy remains the same and I do a lot of stuff that I didnt when i came here. But im just feeling down. I figured I'd use this forum to vent.
I'm not even really saying anything. I'm just waffling with dreaded emptiness, not unlike my emotional state.
Ugh
I know what everyone thinks:
"You're giving up too fast"
"You should stick with this a little longer, can't expect improvements immediately."
I know, I know — I'm not giving up. I just feel sad and empty. It's not even my symptoms worsening. It's just — I don't have the words
Also: I find myself daydreaming about my hostel trip, the thing with chronic stress which lead to all of this. I love meeting new people. People were so incredibly nice to me on my trip. In the netherlands people my age are hard to make contact with. I loved how nice people were to me, it felt how i think pretty privilege feels like. People, even women of all people, coming up to me wanting to do something with me. It was incredibly flattering. All of it was way too stressful for me though, I just couldn't handle it at the time. I still have pretty strong emotions to the trip. The memories arent really negative, just very loaded and strong. As bad as the end was, I just cant help but want to do it again.
But — that trip sealed the deal. It was the leadup to all of this. If I'd go there again, most likely the same problems would arise. What did I learn, if after all of this I still want to go back to Thailand?
I'm such a nutcase. I mean — my brain is making sounds too loud. I know he's doing it and yet I can't turn it off.
I'm sitting here pretending to be this TMS expert, telling people what to do when I haven't even got it figured out. To be clear, I comment to engage with the forum and to help people, but it's very pretentious. I couldnt tell anyone what to do.
Blegh, sorry for this word vomit.
The worst part of it all, is how little faith I have in myself. I have kind of gotten to know myself these past - almost - 20 years, and its not really looking good. Imagine i have a kid and suddenly this comes back again. What will i do? I can barely tie my shoes without plugs so its not of great concern right now lol. I'm just an angsty individual.
On my hostel trip I had an incredible fear of rabies. After a dog sneezed on me I myself went completely rabid for 3 weeks. I was fine during daytime when i was with all those sweet folks. However, as soon as i was alone, I'd get insane anxiety attacks. Mrs. Weekes tells us we need to accept the thoughts as they come, which is noble, but i thought i was dying. I mean, rationally I knew that I wasnt dying, but it didnt feel that way. When calling with my dad during an attack he told me to just feel it, to just accept it, but that felt like accepting death. It didnt feel healthy to accept death. I was preparing myself to never see my folks again.
Does someone know why I got these anxiety attacks in Thailand? Does anyone know why I still want to go back there. Why cant i take responsibility ffs.
Bleeeegh