Kelculator
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This is complicated. And awkward. Context: I'm in Japan. Holiday with friends. Anxiety was bad. Never been like this since one year ago. Even almost panicked in the shower, so it was eventful.
Basically my anxiety was through the roof yesterday, and it got so bad to the point that I was experiencing a panic attack. I was a mess. Since there is soon a typhoon approaching, and flights are scarce, I got told by my family of anxiety sufferers (literally, I swear my bloodline is cursed) to go back to my homeland when I still can. Before I could consider, they got me a plane ticket. I still feel bad anxiety, but better than the day before. I understand that my condition is being very strange and unsettling, and that my family members with similar experience got to this conclusion.
The thing is, I feel like such a loser. I feel like I once again let anxiety win. I feel like a failure since I really thought I could escape from the grasp of anxiety this one time. I feel like I let my friends down.
I'm trying to soak it all up while I still can, and to take my strength and independence with me on the way back. I will go to the airport myself, have a good breakfast, and enjoy my last few hours here being the bubbly personality I actually am.
I still feel so guilty. Knowing that I was going overseas, so many people were rooting for me, even some of you guys. I still so guilty and ashamed, for that I ruined a part of the plans of my friends', and that my family has to spend time and money to get me out of this.
Basically my anxiety was through the roof yesterday, and it got so bad to the point that I was experiencing a panic attack. I was a mess. Since there is soon a typhoon approaching, and flights are scarce, I got told by my family of anxiety sufferers (literally, I swear my bloodline is cursed) to go back to my homeland when I still can. Before I could consider, they got me a plane ticket. I still feel bad anxiety, but better than the day before. I understand that my condition is being very strange and unsettling, and that my family members with similar experience got to this conclusion.
The thing is, I feel like such a loser. I feel like I once again let anxiety win. I feel like a failure since I really thought I could escape from the grasp of anxiety this one time. I feel like I let my friends down.
I'm trying to soak it all up while I still can, and to take my strength and independence with me on the way back. I will go to the airport myself, have a good breakfast, and enjoy my last few hours here being the bubbly personality I actually am.
I still feel so guilty. Knowing that I was going overseas, so many people were rooting for me, even some of you guys. I still so guilty and ashamed, for that I ruined a part of the plans of my friends', and that my family has to spend time and money to get me out of this.