on 7 oct afternoon my vaccinated dog bite me very little (no mark no blood etc) then at night when I went for sleep I had kind of awkard feeling for a moment but after that I became so anxious due to fear of rabies out of no where and had felt like vomiting (it did not came though) after taking medicine I got sleep after 4 hrs next day I checked with doctor he assured me of no rabbies but from that day I am feeling anxious, pins and needles 2-3 times a day, feeling awkward in hands and legs sometimes,today new symptoms kind of heavy throat I also checked on google symptoms are like generalized anxiety disorder I have already started 3 times mediation, yoga and workout from last day.

Guys can you give some insights that is it really GAD or it is something else ? And pls give some solutions my exams are coming in jan so I'm in kind of fear [avoid grammatical mistakes]

I’m supposed to be the good one, but to hell with it! I hate my sister. I wish I could never see her again. My parents will always side with her, NO MATTER how hard I try to prove them that they’re delusional about her. She has just screamed at me for losing her car keys, while she’s been having them all along. And dad blamed me for being reckless. The keys were found, and I’m not getting an apology!

I’m 5 years older, and it’s always been do this and do that for me, while my little pampered sissy sat on her ass and ratted me out all the time. She always makes everything to be my fault, and parents NEVER question it, never even doubted their little princess. I’m always the troublemaker, and she’s a fucking saint. She was allowed to enjoy her childhood while I had two part-time jobs in high school, and yet I was the irresponsible one! My parents bought her a new car on her 17th birthday, while I’m still paying off my car loan with the help of my boyfriend. Dad pays all my sister’s bills up to this day, even though she is of age. I wouldn’t even dream to ask for money, I think it’s shameful. And they’re paying for her college – the one she chose, to become a bloody doctor. I was never given a chance to choose what I wanted. I can’t stand living in one house with her and seeing her fat face every day. I’m counting the days till February 2nd when I’ll be moving out to an apartment with my bf. Even though she knows I’ll be leaving soon, she still tries to make my life miserable. She takes my things all the time, without permission, and “forgets” to return them. She copycats all my ideas. I wanted to buy parents a new robot vacuum cleaner since their old one is dead. I suggested we buy it together and split the cost. She said she had other things in mind. The day before Christmas, she told me she hadn’t bought anything and begged me to give the vc from us both. In the end, she made it look like it was her idea and her gift! I’m done being honest with her! She uses everything I say against me and lies to people about me. She told my boyfriend I was childfree when he was at our house last month. He also said she was flirting with him behind my back. She always tried to do this with my friends at school too sucking up to them, then telling stories about me… She doesn’t even realize that other people see right through her lies. Not everyone is as blind as my parents! I suppose they’ll always let her have her way. But I’m done. I hope she never changes and keeps being her narcissistic little self, and no one will love her, except my parents. She deserves to be alone and suffering!

Hi all,

I’m trying to heal from relentless verbal bullying in high school, and so far the memories are taking over me. I’m in university now, and I have serious trust issues. I can’t trust anyone, I always expect them to gossip behind my back and talk crap about me. I haven’t made any new friends since September, it’s almost like in high school, minus the bullying. I feel like I’m invisible.

At high school there was this group of mean girls who chose me as their target. Every day insults were flying my way, I was called “an ugly slug” and “a spineless gorilla”. It was humiliating and I hated my existence. Initially I got pretty good grades, coming from a family of professors, and I was in good relationships with most boys in my class, until these bullies were transformed to us. They made the lives of many younger girls and boys hell, but in my class I was chosen as the worst enemy. And as I couldn’t stand up to them, the other boys began to avoid me too. They didn’t take part in bullying, because they sometimes copied my homework, but they never stood up for me. A whole class of silent watchers. I hate them all! Can’t help myself.

I can’t open up to any of my roommates, afraid they too will think I’m spineless. I don’t play sports like some cool guys on the campus, and I don’t have anything to offer. I wanted to take up some fighting sport, like box, but I showed up once and felt too weak to continue, even though the coach seemed friendly and knew I’m a freshman.

I just wish I could grow out of this feeling that I’m a total sucker… I hope those girls got what they deserved and are rotting in hell now.

Post escaping an abusive relationship with a covert narcissist almost two years ago in September 2022, the trauma my assailant caused my encouraged me to get my shit together. I sought out therapy, started volunteering, joined support groups and picked up hobbies outside my comfort zone. Ironically enough, he hurt me so bad it caused me to love others more, myself included. I developed this new found appreciation for life and have so much gratitude for the little things. During the earlier part of my recovery, as a way to give myself closure I’d write poems to my assailant. They’d always start with, “I don’t know whether to hate you or thank you”, because I experienced what felt like hell surviving everything he did to me but it also made me a stronger more resilient person.

Despite my resilience and optimism to take challenges head on, that didn’t change some days feeling more overwhelming than others. I was juggling several jobs along volunteering and other personal pleasures. Eventually, my therapist convinced me to settle down because as a chronically disabled person, it was causing my body to break down. It took some time but I was finally able to create a schedule that works well for me and my longterm goals. When everything finally settled, I started testing the waters of relationships again.

I took a break to focus on my health and wellbeing but felt well enough to try again. Twice, I’ve had romantic interests play in my face despite doing my best to communicate and cultivate healthier more intentional connections and an ex attempt trapping me in another cycle but I disconnected from it all. Having 14 months pass (7 months with one person, another with the second) I figured “recovery is the priority, not relationships.” and have been well off since.

Then, 2 almost 3 months ago I met my current partner. A fascinating human who approached me at a concert one evening and we hit it off the next. We’ve had a few hiccups but because we’re on the same page with what we’re seeking, how we think, and the way we navigate, conflict quickly arrives at a solution and in a healthy way. We’re going at a pace that feels right for us, we’re learning from one another while learning about the other, we have genuine appreciation for each other and we communicate effectively.

I love that there’s no anxiousness if we don’t immediately hear back from one another and that we can maintain holding space with ourselves without it being taken personally. I our commonalities and differences. I love the willingness to grow and explore. Experiencing a healthy relationship will really make a person question why they tolerated anything less than in the past. Even knowing this might be short term, I appreciate getting to experience what healthy relationships are like.

In the past I didn’t think relationships while navigating recovery was possible, but this is one of few times I’m glad to have been wrong.