Let me start by saying I'm scared to go to a psychologist because of the amount of problems he might diagnose me with. I know lots of people google their symptoms and I tend to fall under every mental illness and my family genetic pool isn't that great so I'm very worried.
So, I think I have to give my life story to discuss my problems. I've never shared this with anyone so I ask you to bear with me. For starters, my family. My father was an alcoholic that left me and my mother when I was 6. I don't remember anything then, but I'll fast forward until I do remember. So I became 10 and my immigrant mother and her boyfriend moved into a house. I remember I had no problems then and played with everybody. My mom's boyfriend was a drug dealer. Maybe one other thing worthy of note is the fact that I remember when we used to play spin the bottle and I was supposed to kiss a girl I ran home because I was so nervous. So perhaps my "illness" or whatever manifested even then.
The next thing that I think is important was when I became 12. We weren't doing so good in terms of money (never were) and my mom worked as an escort (it pains me to say this..) and got a new boyfriend. This new boyfriend was a crack addict. I started noticing this when they locked themselves in their room for 24 hours a day and they wouldn't even give me money to go to the movies with friends because they spent it all on crack. I was 12 at the time, and understood what they were doing.
After that things got pretty bad. They didn't have money to pay the rent for the house so we got evicted. I managed to keep a spare key so for the next 6 months or so we would live there illegally and they were still doing crack while I escaped from that pain via playing video games on my Xbox. It got worse. After a while they devised a plan and started dragging me along to go to churches with them so they could ask priests for money so we could eat and stay in hotels and - of course - they could buy more crack. I saw my mother's health deteriorating before my eyes and had no friends because we were constantly moving to different motels. Ultimately when I was around 14 my mother got deported to another country. I went with her.
We moved to this new country for about 5 years. I was there illegally my whole stay (due to the fact that they enlist you into the army if you acquire a passport) so I had to do literally nothing for 5 years. I could not go to school, and had no friends or anything because I didn't go anywhere. I just watched TV shows, movies, and played video games again the whole 5 years. This is when I discovered I had scoliosis and severe cystic acne.
My mother and I moved back recently to the original country and while my mom seems to have moved on and forgotten I just can't. Nowadays I'm always depressed and I can't even leave the house in the daytime because of how bad my face looks. This has caused me to fail my first year at college and not make any friends because whenever somebody tries to talk to me I shy away because of how hideous I look. I just want to get away from people to avoid those awkward and uncomfortable feelings. I quit my job because of this, and have failed college. I just couldn't go to class and sit next to people so close where they could see my pizza face. Also, whenever I talk it's like an incompetent phrase filled with metaphors and weird analogies. I sense this because no one ever understands what I'm trying to say - I talk too fast and make no sense, and when I think of something in my mind it comes out differently when I say it.
I'm always depressed, and anxious, and shy, and nervous, and overthinking. Talking with people or communicating in anyway is mentally tiring and I get drained. I always wanted to have a girlfriends and lots of friends and maybe even be an actor. Now I just get extremely anxious around people. Also, I can't sleep at night until around 5am. My mind is in constant overdrive and I overthink every little detail to the point of insanity. I also have bad thoughts sometimes that seems to come from a third party (like a "voice"...but it's my voice) because i can't ignore them.
Hm...what else. I always feel amotivated and have no talent in anything. I'm always jealous of people who have it better than me just because of luck of the draw. I've started taking an interest in spirituality and the afterlife and just want to die quicker to get this stupid life over with.
So there's that. I'm extremely nervous about the future because I have no family savings or family or money anything and I'm afraid I'll be homeless on the streets. This is not who I wanted to be. I'm very scared. Does anyone understand what I'm going through?
Please help, thank you.
So, I think I have to give my life story to discuss my problems. I've never shared this with anyone so I ask you to bear with me. For starters, my family. My father was an alcoholic that left me and my mother when I was 6. I don't remember anything then, but I'll fast forward until I do remember. So I became 10 and my immigrant mother and her boyfriend moved into a house. I remember I had no problems then and played with everybody. My mom's boyfriend was a drug dealer. Maybe one other thing worthy of note is the fact that I remember when we used to play spin the bottle and I was supposed to kiss a girl I ran home because I was so nervous. So perhaps my "illness" or whatever manifested even then.
The next thing that I think is important was when I became 12. We weren't doing so good in terms of money (never were) and my mom worked as an escort (it pains me to say this..) and got a new boyfriend. This new boyfriend was a crack addict. I started noticing this when they locked themselves in their room for 24 hours a day and they wouldn't even give me money to go to the movies with friends because they spent it all on crack. I was 12 at the time, and understood what they were doing.
After that things got pretty bad. They didn't have money to pay the rent for the house so we got evicted. I managed to keep a spare key so for the next 6 months or so we would live there illegally and they were still doing crack while I escaped from that pain via playing video games on my Xbox. It got worse. After a while they devised a plan and started dragging me along to go to churches with them so they could ask priests for money so we could eat and stay in hotels and - of course - they could buy more crack. I saw my mother's health deteriorating before my eyes and had no friends because we were constantly moving to different motels. Ultimately when I was around 14 my mother got deported to another country. I went with her.
We moved to this new country for about 5 years. I was there illegally my whole stay (due to the fact that they enlist you into the army if you acquire a passport) so I had to do literally nothing for 5 years. I could not go to school, and had no friends or anything because I didn't go anywhere. I just watched TV shows, movies, and played video games again the whole 5 years. This is when I discovered I had scoliosis and severe cystic acne.
My mother and I moved back recently to the original country and while my mom seems to have moved on and forgotten I just can't. Nowadays I'm always depressed and I can't even leave the house in the daytime because of how bad my face looks. This has caused me to fail my first year at college and not make any friends because whenever somebody tries to talk to me I shy away because of how hideous I look. I just want to get away from people to avoid those awkward and uncomfortable feelings. I quit my job because of this, and have failed college. I just couldn't go to class and sit next to people so close where they could see my pizza face. Also, whenever I talk it's like an incompetent phrase filled with metaphors and weird analogies. I sense this because no one ever understands what I'm trying to say - I talk too fast and make no sense, and when I think of something in my mind it comes out differently when I say it.
I'm always depressed, and anxious, and shy, and nervous, and overthinking. Talking with people or communicating in anyway is mentally tiring and I get drained. I always wanted to have a girlfriends and lots of friends and maybe even be an actor. Now I just get extremely anxious around people. Also, I can't sleep at night until around 5am. My mind is in constant overdrive and I overthink every little detail to the point of insanity. I also have bad thoughts sometimes that seems to come from a third party (like a "voice"...but it's my voice) because i can't ignore them.
Hm...what else. I always feel amotivated and have no talent in anything. I'm always jealous of people who have it better than me just because of luck of the draw. I've started taking an interest in spirituality and the afterlife and just want to die quicker to get this stupid life over with.
So there's that. I'm extremely nervous about the future because I have no family savings or family or money anything and I'm afraid I'll be homeless on the streets. This is not who I wanted to be. I'm very scared. Does anyone understand what I'm going through?
Please help, thank you.