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.

I've been an overeater for years. Impulsively eating sweets. No, not like that: grabbing all the food that was at home until my stomach started to hurt. Of course, I gained weight. My wife started making comments about me being fat. She generally made a lot of remarks to me every day: I often did, in her opinion, everything wrong. We fought a lot...I would get frustrated and go and eat , eat , eat. I started going to the gym. It didn't help, the weight went down a little and then came back up again. I wanted to find another wife...I looked at myself in the mirror and thought "who needs me fat". One day I approached a slim man at a training session and asked him how and what he would recommend. thanks to him, he listened to me carefully. And he said: "I couldn't lose weight until I left my wife, who was always scolding me". Leaving my wife!!! I dreamed of it. I wonder if this will help. Another month went by and my wife and I came to the conclusion that we should get a divorce. We drew up the necessary papers and I began to feel sobodny. For the time being, I stayed living with my wife while we resolved the property issue. My wife stopped yelling at me (I'm not her husband anymore) and our relationship became more even. And surprisingly, I stopped eating too much. I stopped craving sweets. My weight finally started to drop. I was delighted and surprised. And the wife started, anoborot eating a lot and gaining weight. I felt sorry for her, but I wanted to lose weight and my freedom helped me. I started reading about it on the internet, and I realized that I was in a "psychological prison". I will try not to get into it again. and my wife is in a psychological prison. I don't know whether to be happy or sad for her.

I am too depressed due to my financial, physical and psychological state. Eating medicines for depression and anxiety. Running on medication. Feel my weiner numb due to Escitelopram oscelete the medicine for depression. No workout, no libido, no hopes. I wish I would be dying instead of those little children in palestine. Atleast I want to die but what did those kids do.

I’ve been going to therapy to treat my general anxiety disorder and also to avoid work burnout. My therapist is very respectful and knowledgeable, she’s been at it for 40 years at least. I’ve had nagging pains in my low back and joints for months, and after many visits to several doctors, their final diagnosis was fibromyalgia. I've shared this with my therapist, and she validated my chronic pain and fatigue. However, she says it’s triggered by constant stress and my GAD, and she recommends me to start taking antidepressants.

I’m in doubts. On the one hand, I’ve been with my therapist for more than 3 years, and I trust her completely. She’s helped me with seasonal depression and other issues many times. On the other hand, I don’t feel that my pain is psychological, and I’m a little uncomfortable to further share it with my therapist now. I don’t know how to handle this.