





On Wednesday evening I left the house to take a walk around the city. I turned on music in my headphones and tried to distract the thoughts in my head. It turned out really bad for me, to be honest.
Anxiety was creeping in more and more. To my questions: Well, look around, you are yоung, beautiful, you are in a cool city, great weather, you are wearing shorts and the whole world belongs to you. Why you Can't be happy, you, bag of weak-willed feces???
I can not.
It’s not possible to get distracted at all. Even music makes me anxious. I really want to cry from hopelessness. What is happening to me? I can't cope anymore.
And at this moment I decide that I need help. I find a psychiatrist on the Internet and schedule a session.
When I called a psychiatrist, I could not tell what was happening to me. Thoughts rushed through my head very chaotically.
To be honest, this text is also difficult for me. It seems to me that no one is interested in reading all this. Then why am I doing this 🥺
Now I’m sitting on the street, writing this text, waiting for a session with a psychiatrist. I'm trying to help myself as best I can. I want everything to be fine again...