my mom's behavior. I'm 18 and have been having severe panic attacks for the last year and a half. that's what my psychologist said. I don’t think so myself, because maybe it’s something else. The fact is that I have been living in this condition for a long time and my mother does not allow me treatment. the first year, when this effect had not yet taken hold and I went once to a psychologist with her cuz was underage. session hour. For the first 30 minutes she sat with me without allowing me to really say anything, then the doctor asked her to leave and she stood at the door as if she was eavesdropping...or was it just me? let's ignore this fact, I wasn't sure. After that, my mother said that the psychologist was useless and we would no longer attend therapy. that's it..what's next? Then there are a lot of reproaches and “pull yourself together, you can control this” “program yourself and everything will be fine” “just breathe deeply and everything will pass.” I lost my mind. These phrases began to cause aggression in me. I'll tell you honestly. When a person doesn’t understand your condition and says so, it infuriates me. Before all this, I was experiencing severe stress and wanted to kill myself, which my mother told the therapist about without my knowledge. She also says “look, this child has a disability, he is fighting for life, and you cut your wrists and want to kill yourself.”. (this especially irritates me) She also seems to be ashamed of me. Or she says that she’s tired of me and it’s all my fault, etc. Things got worse over time and I didn’t go into remission at all. and now I go to therapy once a week for panic attacks. And then, it was a necessary measure. By the way, now when I feel bad, my mother gets worried and has a hypertensive crisis, apparently due to stress, for which, of course, she blames me. It’s very difficult for me because I have no one else in my family, and even when I feel bad too and I’m in a panic, I help her, bring her water, etc. And when, during her hypertension, I sit down to check my pulse or blood pressure, I always hear “Everything is fine with you, stop measuring this crap, you’re stressing me out,” it’s all gotten to the point where I get very upset and blame myself for it. Also, many doctors said that I should visit a psychiatrist, but I live in a country where all this is recorded, and even one visit to a psychiatrist could end with me not going to university, not being able to work at a good job, being the scum of society and not I can drive a car..like this. I'm completely confused and don't understand what to do☹️ in a year I will have the opportunity to move in with a girl and leave her. and while I don’t have the opportunity to do this and I’m under the care of my mother, so to speak, then I would really like to get advice on how to learn to perceive it differently or how to ignore it..

i'm 18 yrs old and my parents are disappointed in me that don't earn. these days i 've been constantly thinking about taking my life myself. mom always scolds me for not doing house hold chores she often reminds me that i' m 18 and should do these works but i don't feel like doing anything . i'm a very introverted person i can't tell some one all these things while they are in front of me. i am a ncc cadet i joined because i wanted some exposure. i even got selected for a camp. but got rejected in the middle but my freind was able to get a gold medal .it made me feel worthless as i looked at her walking with pride while holding her medal. i am not able to concentrate on my studies due to pressure from home and college and my disappointments in my self .most of the time ,people don't talk to me sometimes they forget me altogether but i am fine with that but i feel like everyone has got a talent and during ncc, everyone s either good on ground or culturals or studying i feel like i do not belong in there i am fat i have no stamina, as a result i cannot perform as well as others do. always feel like a looser . so from a very young age, i imagined myself as a very popular celebrity to whom every one is looking up at for her great success in her young age . i find myself always day dreaming into the character .that resulted me in pushing my real self far away . now i cannot find what i want or need. i find myself at loss. i don't have a goal in my life i cannot find my passion i like two things music/singing and english. i love singing and always dreamt to become a singer but as i am shy and worried of others comments, i have'nt told to any one. but i tried i once sung at home and to my friends but did not get an appreciative response so i stopped cause i only find solace in my voice i am also fond of dancing i always try but always get degraded so i sing and dance in private hiding it from my own family for years .it s hard .as i said i cannot talk freely . love books it lets me escape the cruel reality of the world even now when i think of dying,i feel sad to leave a collection of my books unread

please help me this is my last resort. am very disappointed ashamed and embaressed of my self

Hi, my question will be somewhat delicate. I’m not quite sure whom to turn to or what to do next, so guess I just need some opinions on the matter.

I work in a library, and we have a mentally handicapped man working with us. I don’t know the details of his condition. He’s in his forties but acts like he’s 16. All my other colleagues are middle-aged women, I’m the only one without a family or kids. When I took the job, that man immediately took a liking to me and it sort of became our routine to chat a bit in the morning and after work. Nothing personal, we talk about favorite music and TV-shows. He tells me what he had cooked for breakfast (he lives with his mother) and the new Lego set he had bought. Initially I thought it was normal work chitchat, especially when we both get bored with repetitive daily tasks. But lately our communication has turned to direct flirting on his side. He always wants to help me with something, even though I don’t need any help. I tried to be polite and friendly, but eventually snapped a couple of times telling him he was distracting me from my work. He got offended and ignored me for several days walking back and forth past my working desk twenty times a day with a blank face. It was actually a relief, but it was not for long, and meanwhile my colleagues kept joking that I’d been rude to “our Jeff”. I secretly hoped he’d stay offended, but he showed up with a rose instead and doubled his flirting. He also became more aggressive, last month he came to work and put his arms on my shoulders asking for “free hugs” all the while smiling like it was something natural. I didn’t know how to react and tried to detach myself as quickly as possible. My colleague who was standing next to me patted him on the back and told him to go do his job, which he did. She finds his attentions to me “cute” and reminds me that he doesn’t fully understand the full consequences of his actions. I’m not sure this is true because he doesn’t act the same way to any other woman, but I never gave him any reasons to believe I’m interested. I took two weeks off before the holidays, hoping that we’ll all take a healthy break from one another and things might change for the better. My friend advised me to treat the man as I treat my female colleagues, to be very reserved and focus on my work. However, I find it hard to follow! I began avoiding our small cafeteria on the first floor and take the pains to have lunch at the mall next to the library, just to avoid any communication with Jeff outside work. It’s both longer and lonelier. I feel uncomfortable when he is around. Two days ago, he grabbed me by the hand near the elevator and tried to hold me, making inappropriate comments about my skirt. I told my manager about it, she shrugged it off, like all my other colleagues do. They think he’s harmless, and I almost feel ashamed for complaining to them. I tried to casually lie to Jeff that I have a boyfriend and am about to get married, and he didn’t show any signs of comprehension at my words, as if I were talking about my brother or about pizza. I feel like I’m some sort of trophy, and I’m supposed to be kind and understanding because I have no mental issues and he has.

So, how to handle this situation appropriately? I don’t want to get Jeff in trouble, but I don’t know how to stop it, without quitting my job? Or should I quit? The pay is not worth it, and the only reason I took it was to pay the bills quickly and because I thought it’s a great relaxing job.

I am in a really tough spot right now and I don't know where else to turn. I hope sharing my story here might help me find some advice or at least some comfort. For the past few months, I have been struggling to keep my head above water financially. Everything seemed to hit me all at once, and now I don't know what to do.

It all started when I lost my job unexpectedly. The company I worked for downsized, and I was one of the unlucky ones. I had been with them for over five years, and suddenly, I was out on the streets. I did not have much in savings because I had been living paycheck to paycheck for years. Rent, bills, groceries quickly ate through what little I had saved. I started to panic because I didn't know how I was going to pay for anything.

I managed to pick up some odd jobs here and there, but none of them paid enough to cover my expenses. I applied for countless jobs, but the job market is brutal right now. I felt like I was drowning in rejection emails. My credit card debt started to pile up as I used it to cover essentials. The interest rates are killing me, and I am barely making a dent in the balance.

My car broke down last month, and I had to use my credit card to pay for the repairs. Without my car, I wouldn't be able to get to the few jobs I had managed to find. It felt like one thing after another kept going wrong. I tried to cut back on expenses, but there's only so much you can cut when you are already living on the bare minimum.

I have reached out to family and friends for help, but they are all struggling too. I feel ashamed and embarrassed to even ask. It's hard to keep up appearances when you are constantly worried about money. I lie awake at night, thinking about how I am going to get through the next day. The stress is taking a toll on my mental health, and I can feel myself sinking into a dark place.

I have considered taking out a loan, but I am afraid of getting even deeper into debt. I don't see a way out of this mess. I am trying to stay positive, but it's really hard when everything seems so bleak. I have even thought about selling some of my belongings just to get by.

I am at a loss and don't know what to do next. Has anyone else been through something like this? How did you manage to get back on your feet? Any advice or words of encouragement would be greatly appreciated. I just need to know that there is a light at the end of this tunnel.

Thank you for taking the time to read this.