so basically I have finished my high school and I am pursuing medical field (mbbs) and have to give a entrance test in 59 day.but I am experiencing the worst anxiety that I have faced uptill now I was typically a strong minded person who had never faced anxiety or depression in my life but something changed in corona days I had my first ever panic attack in those days and after that I was generally fine with little to no stress related to exams because I was doing well in them. in Pakistan we call 11th and 12th standard college and have to give state mandated exam in the end of it. In my 10 standard I had given a state mandated exam in which I scored 80 percent which was enough for me to get into a great college. uptill now my mental health was at its peak no stress no anxiety only good thoughts but when my 11th exam results were announced I got to know that I had scored only 73percent which is terrible and was almost lowest in the my friend group which completely shattered my heart and my confidence I went through a very rough patch and went into a slight depressive state which I could not brush off .now in may I just gave my 12 exam and I worked very hard in preparation and gave my best pulling all nighters studying 14-15hrs a day but It gave me terrible anxiety putting me in a state of question that is this enough will I score high will my score be enough to get a high merit as medical school is very expensive and seats which are subsidized by country are very limited. I spent the whole of June in depression and had a constant noise In my head to kill myself as if I can't pursue my dream then I am no use to myself or my parents and even with the subsidized seats it will cost my parents upwards of 2000000 rupees and I don't wanna waste that I wanna become a doctor but I can't make myself study for the MCAT due to my anxiety it's reached to a point that I can't even eat anymore and just today I only had breakfast and nothing else the whole day I lay down in my bed and scroll through social media platform to take my mind off this but I still wanna study to get good grades. ( sorry if in-between my sentence structure did not make sense as English is not my first language)

It's driving me crazy. Every little ache or pain I feel makes me think I have some terrible disease. I google symptoms and OF COURSE it's making everything worse. I'm constantly worried about my health, even when doctors tell me I'm fine. I DON'T BELIEVE THEM! If I feel even a slight headache, I'm convinced that there's seriously somthing wrong with me. I've been to the doctor so many times, but they always say I'm healthy. Still, I can't shake the feeling that something's wrong with me. I FEEL SICK, though everyone's telling me I'm perfectly fine. I know deep down that my fears are probably irrational, but I can't seem to control them. It's frustrating because I want to enjoy life, but this constant worry is holding me back. I'm tired of feeling this way, but I don't know how to stop

Hello,I am an 18-year-old girl from China and I'm just a freshman in a university. i'll first talk about the career-planning problem i'm facing recently.I love music since i was a child.However, because my parents dont have enough money to support me pursue my music dream and even worse, they dont pay for the extra-curricular music class, such as my drum class.(maybe there will be a lot of grammar mistakes lol.i'm not that proficient in english ).i wanna be a producer and i hate my major,which is finance.My mom and dad dont think getting a job in the field of music can make money.in the stereotype, people who work in music can just make few money and live a poor life without a rich background.music is just a small cause of my depression,i actually have lots of interets but the reality is every time i thought about the career i could choose,i can just see i cant get into the field i love.i have no courage to get myself into the music produce study,because there is no one i could communicate with.my father is a too ratinal person that only give me analysis but not any emotional support.my mom is an anxious person, who never understand me ,is temperamental and usually say i'm not that good in singing.my boyfriend,who is quite busy with his school work,is also a realistic person.and ieven dont trust myself,i used to have procrastination and never achieve what i thought i can.my parents,boyfriend and friends they seemed to be supportive but the never really get what i want and what i love. especially my parent, my mom's anxiety before(she is seemed to be good now)really affect me.she used o be angry because a few words i said but i do not mean to be this.i find it really hard to show the real me towards her, especially i have tried and failed for so many time.sometimes her words cause a slight panic attack.i want guts,i want money,i want to be true to myself.i want to fully use my talent in music(lots of people said that i am a person who is intelligent but not hardworking.haha) thats my story.thanks for listening and stand my poor english,lol

Hi everyone, I came to this site to tell my story, maybe it will help someone. This is my experience of overcoming fears. The thing is that I was very afraid to drive a car. No, the words "very afraid" do not convey my condition at all. I was shaking behind the wheel. A lot of people run to get their license as soon as they turn 18. I didn't. My parents kept telling me, "how many accidents? You'll be safe." Or "look how the neighbor crashed the car", "here, she has a head injury, and now she's sick, and if she hadn't driven the car, she'd be in one piece". And it was imprinted in my head that "a car is scary, an accident, disability". I was also told that I was "inattentive", "it's very difficult to drive a car". And I was afraid. Every year the need to drive increased. So I decided to get my license. I asked my father to teach me how to drive, and I was told no, "It's dangerous." I asked my husband to teach me to drive a little bit at a time. To which I got a "you can't handle it...and you'll delete the car" refusal. I don't remember exactly what the "last straw" was, but I decided to study for my license "secretly". I paid for a driving school and started attending classes. I learned the theory quickly. But when the practice of driving began, I started to have fears. I remembered everything that I was told "you can't do it, it's hard"....

I was shaking while driving, I was paralyzed by fear and I really couldn’t. The instructor told me and another guy that we were the worst. Moreover, when we started training in a city where there was a lot of traffic, I was afraid of cars. Everyone. It seemed to me that they would definitely come at me. Or I'm on them. Large or expensive cars were especially scary. Because a big car is a potential death

Due to panic while driving, I did not listen to the instructor. The instructor considered himself very experienced, and his pride was greatly affected by the fact that he could not teach me. In the morning, he told me that when he saw that the first student on his schedule was me, he assessed his day as unsuccessful. I told him that he was probably a bad teacher. Angry, he told me “I will teach you, no matter what it costs me.” He explained that I needed to remove the “barrier”.

When I started driving in the car, we continued to argue about whether he was a good teacher. During the argument, I became angry, and it no longer mattered to me whether I was afraid or not. I was all in this argument. At some point, the instructor said admiringly, “look how well you rode,” when you’re angry, you forget about fear. I myself was surprised that this was so. Yes, he was right, I drove and was not afraid, I went through all the turns. At this point, I got a call from work asking me to come over right away. I hurried off and asked my driving instructor to drive me. And he said no. I got angry, so I drove myself. I was only thinking that I had to get there as soon as possible, there was no fear, because my mind was dominated by "hurry to work". At the intersection, I looked at the instructor and saw that he was happy. "You are driving very well! You see, when you really have to go somewhere, you are not afraid", he said. He was smiling and satisfied. I can say that breaking my fear barrier was helped by my anger. When I was angry, there was no fear. But that doesn't mean I didn't work on the residual slight fear of driving later on. But I'll write about that another time)