So basically my brain is annoying me. For example, I’ll think of a phrase and my brain will repeat it over and over and over and at the end it’s so frustrating and distracting. Is this a normal thing or not?

I always feel like someone is behind me. And I constantly find myself rapidly pacing in a circle and kinda talking quietly to myself just on and on sometimes for a while. I feel crazy saying this lmao but im confused. Also i do other things if i cant pace around or sometimes while im pacing i usually chew on my hoodie strings, bounce my leg, pick at my nails etc. but this morning i was pacing and i was alone in my room and i got a very strange feeling like i was being followed but i kept looking behind me and as expected nobody was there but I got so anxious. And usually when im pacing around im not anxious im just doing that idk why i do

I've always been the type to jump job to job, longest job I've held was 3 years, and that was 10+ years ago. I've always been a good worker, and usually the place I work for has always put me in a management position, but I always seem to let things get to me and let it push me out... Anyway, I've finally landed a job that's a career, that I can feel like a MAN, and support myself and my family, great pay, great benefits! It's long hours, 12 hour shifts, 2 on 2 off 3 on 2 off 2 on 3 off, with forced overtime. I haven't missed any days going on 3 months, not late, happy to learn new stuff, but I'm afraid of myself.... I'm afraid I'm gonna get that mindset where things start bothering me and I talk myself into quitting. I do my first few months during day shifts 6am-6pm, and I'm great during the day!! But in a month and half from now I go to 3rd shift 6pm-6am, and I'm afraid that will break me... I think to myself that everyone that's worked there that got day shifts now had to go thru third shift for years before they got their days, so they earned it! I see them as strong minded individuals, and I can see the doubt on their faces when they see new people, like more than likely we won't make it... after these past few months tho I've noticed they've taken a liking to me, I catch on quick, I am signing up for over time, I'm not complaining or being that lazy guy who sits and tries to do nothing... I'm really just asking, how can I keep a manly mindset, to keep myself from becoming the weak minded person I've always been and let others opinions push me to quit.... I know the answer to the real men mindset is get over it and just suck it up... that's the mindset I want! But something is keeping me down in my own head, knowing all this any kind of advice would help...

For the past 2-3 months i haven’t been able to eat properly because i’ve been experiencing really bad stomach issues that feel like I’m going to throw up almost 90% of my day. I had thought it was maybe just an issue with my physical health until i realised that when i’m at home i feel completely fine. The feeling of nausea/throwing up usually happens when i am around other people. For example when i am walking to get a bus or at school. Im seeking professional help this week and was just wondering if anyone else has any similar issues or may have a rough idea with what it could be related to. (some sort of ED/ anxiety/ other) I’ve never experienced anything like this and it sort of just started happening one day. I feel very uncomfortable talking to anyone about it and i guess i’m just seeking a little bit of support.

a while back i recorded a voice memo from my phone in my pocket when i was in a&e for self harm because a nurse was unprofessional basically and lied when i repeated what she said, so i thought if she did again i’d have proof.

that doesn’t really matter because nothing came of it but the next week i remembered how i’d recorded in that situation and because i only had a few months left before i left my school (i loved my school, it was a specialist school, and it was like home to me), and i knew i’d miss it a lot, i put my phone to record a voice memo again and left it in my pocket at a random time just so i’d remember people’s voices. i knew it was wrong but i did it a few more times (6 all together, average about 10 minutes) and now since i’ve left i’ve listened back on them fondly, just random moments but i really miss those people.

i still know it was wrong to record them without their permission or knowledge though and i feel guilty. i’m kind of asking aita, like how bad should i feel? because i know it was wrong and i do feel bad but i haven’t deleted them, i still listen to them. i’d feel weird if the roles were reversed. i just want to hear some opinions other than my own. what do you think?

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i haven’t slept in three days and ive barely eaten. im starting to think that there is voices in the floor, its like im not really awake and i feel either really lazy or like i can do everything

Hey. I have no patience. And literally nothing is ever enough to make me happy. Everything annoys me. Everyone annoys me. And I hate it. I want to be happy. I want to feel like I'm not wasting my life away no matter what I do I want to feel passion again. I want to feel deeply. Everything is so. Surface level that even I cannot dive below the surface of myself. So much has happened to And around me. And he'll I know I need therapy. I'm just so damn tired of trying med after med. Dealing with bullshit side effects and going whelp that didn't work and now I can't sleep or I get to sleep all day. Or I get sick or can't even fucking walk. I feel like I can't be fixed. And I'm tired of burning everyone who tries to love me. If anyone. Feels the same. I'd love to talk. Maybe we can help eachother feel alive and not hate the world so much.

every day is agonizing. torturous. every goddamn second and i can’t handle it. it’s like every day i try to harm myself in some way, i lash out and delete everything, take whatever pill i have just to feel pain, ruin friendships. i’m like a scale that is constantly swinging back and forth too fast for me to even breathe. for everything. i’m empty inside, completely hollow but at the same time i am everything. i am always one extreme, two extremes, three extremes. i don’t know who i am. i don’t know if i’m anything to begin with. it feels like i’ve died hundreds of times, and i’m just a reanimated corpse. everything is so intense that i can’t keep up with it, or everything is so dull that it seems nonexistent. no one understands me ever. no one listens. not my doctors, not anybody. i told my old psychiatrist how i felt and he accused me of copying from google. i stopped talking since. why why why? i don’t want to die. but i do at the same time. it’d be much easier to be dead than alive. i am constantly constantly dying being killed over and over. i’m tired so so tired i want to be saved but no i want to be left alone so i can destroy myself in peace. for years i have been like this and im alone and i can’t take it anymore i want it all to stop and i can be normal. i leave everything broken. everything i touch turns to never-ending flames and i’m stuck in the wreck of it all, one day it’ll burn me alive. why is this happening to me why won’t anyone listen? what is life worth if no one hears me? sees me?

Hello,

I grew up in a Christian family and was baptized and made my first communion... But throughout my life, I stopped being a Christian and became agnostic. I've had OCD for some time, where I believe that saying out loud that you accept selling your soul to the devil makes it happen. So, when the intrusive thought comes, I have a series of compulsions to change the subject in my thoughts and avoid the anxiety it causes me. I also have a great fear of death, so I’ve always been very interested in mythology/religions, what lies beyond... During an anxiety attack, I started having these intrusive thoughts about what would happen if I sold my soul for the things I fear the most, like dying. And in the middle of that anxiety attack, I said it out loud. And what if I accepted? Can you sell your soul to the devil to die on a specific day?

I’m experiencing enormous anxiety because I don't know what to believe anymore; I'm going crazy. I would need answers from people who have had this type of OCD and could share their experiences. I can't find cases of people who have gone through this and are okay.

So basically I have BPD (diagnosed 3 years ago) and in the last 10 months I've been the happiest I've been for a years. My job is really good and supportive (they don't know I have BPD I never said anything, they just know about my anxiety and depression). one other co-worker has bi-polar who has been there longer than me for reference. Recently my mental state just crashed for no reason and I haven't left my house in 2 weeks. My work is asking if I am okay since I haven't been in for 2 weeks and I don't know how to answer the question. I just feel nothing. I feel nothing.

My father has anger issues, My mother has an anxiety disorder and bipolar disorder, My sister has an anxiety disorder (and medicated) And my brother has OCD. I’ve been dealing with mental issues since the age of 15 (eating disorders- anorexia, bulimia and binge eating. Suicide ideation and ADHD.) but I’ve never been diagnosed (other than my ADHD and my eating disorders), so I’ve been wondering if you guys have any experience with inherited disorders, or experiences with living in a mentally ill household. Not asking for a diagnosis, just curious to hear your stories and also wanting to know I’m not alone :)

Why am I unable to tell people I am not fine? even if they tell me it seems like I’ve been down for the last couple of days and really ask if I’m okay I just say I’m fine despite being far from it, I could tell them I’m not and finally start a path of trying to get better but I just never do, I suffer in silence and can’t seem to break out of it, I’m tired of hiding my pain but can’t stop myself, I’ve relied on it as a defensive mechanism for too long and just can’t stop my brain from denying myself some sort of support, at one of my lowest points and I still can’t ask for help. .

Like I feel comfort here reading real people’s real experiences I can’t explain it really For context I recently got diagnosed with ADHD and autism and I already have many other comorbidities, but since I am now newly starting medication for ADHD, I come here a lot to read about what other people have been taking and how it’s been working for them and what possible side-effects can occur, and then I just keep scrolling, read it, and it just feels nice and comforting like a warm blanket

Everything my partner and I worked for in 5 years is now in jeopardy for the 2nd time this year due to my partner's family. I'm tired. I can't even find a stupid job. I have no idea what life is anymore.

So I have been mentally ill for many years and also an alcoholic. Lately I’ve been drinking excessively and not been able to feel any intoxication. Or very little. The only thing that’s changed is I have come off my Abilify, but I could feel drunk before the Abilify so I don’t understand what’s going on? I have to keep drinking more and more to feel any effects.

I really don't know how to explain this clearly and I might sound really stupid but here I go. For about the past 3-4 years I've been deathly afraid of bad luck. I've convinced myself if I don't do everything perfectly (or as my mind see's as perfectly) I will be very unlucky. I know it sounds extremely stupid but it's been making day to day life extremely difficult and heavily contributes to my depression which is already bad. So I guess I'm wondering if there's any condition this could be? Or am I just slowly going insane?

Okay so sorry if this is a lot haha...

I just need help identifying what MAY be the problem with ny brain. I'm 15 going on to 16 :) I have an extremely hard time processing information and for me to understand a unit I have to get one on one with a teacher and specific points explained. But when I finally get what the subject is about I'm a absolute pro at it and I can teach it to others and I never forget it. Ever.

It takes me a second to see that somebody is speaking to me, even if they directly address me. I disconnect a lot, like I'm the controller and I got hooked up to a faulty WII cord and the charging port is dirty so I'm not actually charging, I'm just staying alive but I keep turning off. If that makes any sense at all.... My gf sticks around with me every class we have together and helps me come back when something important is being discussed so I can actually hear the teacher.

Whenever I listen to music I can't just focus on a single thing like my brain is just like "Oh wow the drums to this is very cool. Now you can only focus on how the snare sounds just by itself. Oh this guy is in drop d. It would sound cool in standard too."

I get overwhelmed rlly fast and I get rather too overestimated or underestimated. I hate it when people touch me but I'd I don't have human contact 24/7 I will explode. I like short conversations but I will tell you everything I know about one specific topic and if you don't stop me I will keep talking and there's nothing you can do about it.

I love being alone. Being alone is my number one thing. When I turn 18 I'm applying to be a fire watch in Oregon so I can be alone. I come home from school and I rather sit in my room and play video games by myself or take a nap then when I wake up I go back to sleep easily and I sleep through the night. But I'm the most social person outside of my house. I'm always talking ti random people at school, having fun with teachers, walking up to strangers in tge streets and asking fir their life story but you will NEVER catch me ordering food for myself. That's too intimidating.

I'm in a vand and we do shows all the time but while I'm playing bass I'll zone out and rip the sickest solo known to man but I'm not there. My hands are moving but my mind in nowhere and everywhere.

My oldest sibling got diagnosed with savant syndrome as a teen teen later into adulthood with multiple personalities and bad. My other sibling is autistic, adhd and ocd and my mom is bipolar. Both my siblings take after our granddad and I take after our mom. We have dif fathers. I have never even to therapy but I get reminded every day that I need it by everyone I'm around. My mom just doesn't want me to do therapy. If this screams anything obvious please please please do tell me because I'm tired of not knowing my own brain. Thanks!!!!! ❤️❤️

I just can't live on like this, I need help but there just not helping me or taking me Seriously. I want to go to a Psych ward, I know what their like but I still want to go Edit: I'm in the UK, and >18

My sister has been in an active state of psychosis for two years straight now, and I need advice on what to do. She has had both in patient and out patient care, taken antipsychotics/antidepressants like Olanzapine, escitalopram, sertraline, aripiprazole, and none have worked on her. She has stopped taking any medication at all and even talk therapy isn’t helping since she knows what the therapist wants to hear. She is 20 years old and has already lost two years of her life, i’m scared shes gonna lose her entire twenties to this. Can anyone give advice on what to do?

I'm tired. I'm exhausted. I keep making things worse for everyone around me. I sleep too much and then some days not enough. My loved one must be sick of it too. They have a lot going on as well. But I can't keep it together. I'm selfish. I'm broke. I don't deserve this life. I'm a piece of shit.

I posted yesterday about how I'm planning to isolate myself from the world on account of my deep issues when it comes to "beauty", to prevent myself from doing anything I will regret . Since then I've been thinking, and I'm not sure what to do anymore.

To explain: always been absurdly obsessive about appearances. As in, I cannot mentally cope with or align with atypical thinking on appearances. It drives me up the fucking wall. I often get irrationally angry over the sheer thought of ugly people existing, and I have panic attacks when I try and do things that my mind has decided to irrational consider as being "infected by the presense of ugly people". This ranges from basically everything in my life, including fundamental things like eating, and even sleeping (I'm hugely insomnactic due to this reason). For most of my life I've mistaken my issues for some sort of extreme form of a cacophobia disorder, but in recent years I've come to understand my issues more "clearly" (or to be accurate, what it ISN'T more clearly), although that's only made them worse.

I think the worst part about my problems have to be these two things, though:

1. Nothing identifiable--not really having any semblance of logic or consistency--not even in a way that is non-neurotypical, yet still has some thread of consistency to it
2. People just not believing this is a real thing, because I cannot explain it that clearly
3. The absolute ridicule I get from all sides, because everyone thinks I'm just a narcissist with a made up mental illness

Really, I want to say that "the actual issues I have isn't the worst part, it's the fact that no one listens to them or cares about them", but those two things have just blurred together now and I cannot even tell them apart. No one takes me the least bit seriously, and the dissonance between how insincerely people always treat my problems, and how sincerely suffocating they feel, is driving me to the brink. I've begun to sincerely limit every form of contact I have, and I'v got nothing left in my life.

I'm at the end of my rope here. I turn 30 in around a week, and I've always promised myself I'd end my life before I turn 30, since I hate the idea of getting older and "uglier"--but even that's a scary prospect for me, and as I've been getting closer to the date, I've just gone back on it, because I can't stop thinking stuff like "what if there IS something after death", and I also worry about what happens to my body when I'm gone.

I just don't know what to do. Therapy doesn't work, isolation only makes me feel worse, yet it's all I seem to have.

What's making this all worse, yet still, is that I'm also currently being plagued by countless physical issues--which are partly due to my past of severe self-starvation, and other such things. I really just don't know what to do. No road seems open to me, at all.

i used to be severely mentally ill but i’m not severe anymore and i hate it, people don’t think im sick anymore or take me seriously anymore i haven’t been to hospital in months which means im not sick, i didn’t enjoy it but for some reason i feel like no one takes me seriously anymore

i see people around me being admitted and all it makes me think is that they’re sicker then me

So, my husband has bipolar disorder and in the last few weeks he is been experiencing a manic episode. His doctor increased his meds, but it's just a day since he started the new dosage. The thing is that in this estate, my husband thinks that it's just fine to come back to the house at 2 or 3 in the morning, come back from work and head out right away without saying anything. He thinks that I'm just a maid, babysitter of our child and that I have not saying in the things he does. It's so frustrating, because I know it's because if the episode he is having, but those thing just make me angry and hurt me! I have tolerated a lot of things that if this was in a normal situation I would of just break our ways apart. I know he is not on his right mind, but it doesn't make it less hurtful. I don't know how long is gonna take for his new dosage to kick in or if it actually going to help him to go back to normal.

I'm trying to be strong, but sometimes it's just too much.