If there's one thing that frustrates me the most when it comes to my anxiety, it's the fact it's stopping me from doing the most trivial tasks that shouldn't take a second thought. Today at work I was just sitting, reflecting on the day so far and was trying to figure out what was the smallest thing my anxiety had effected so far that day. I realised that my anxiety had actually made hanging up my coat a social challenge. It made eating an apple at lunch a challenge. This kind of crap makes me crazy. Why so I find these stupid little tasks to be the same level of difficulty as it would be for an average man trying to climb Everest? It's simply not fair. I thought understanding my problem would make things better but it's just making it worse. This is a joke. The way I feel right now I can only describe as a practical joke. I feel totally defeated by my own brain and I feel COMPLETELY hopeless right now. I feel like I'm beyond the crying stage of realising how messed up this all is, and now am getting to the stage where I'm starting simply not to care about anything. Every single minuscule detail of my life is directed by my anxiety. I can't walk around my own house and feel comfortable. That's messed up. I really do feel like there's no way out. I talked to a doctor, I talked to a psychiatrist or a psychologist, whatever the hell she wants to call herself, I talked to my family, I've read books and ever since I set out of this road of trying to fix my problem I've just been getting worse. I'm almost 100% sure there is no way out. I'm done pretending to be positive and smiling at people. I feel like the only thing I haven't turned to is drink and drugs (I do take a natural supplement, it helps my anxiety a little), and I am very proud of that fact but I'm running out of options. I just want this to end. I've had enough. Just needed to rant and get that off my chest. Tough day.