My daily struggle with Anxiety

[Lucca]

Lonely_Dolphin said:

LuccaCardoso1 said:

My parents avoided giving me medication when I was a child, so I went to a psychologist, but even today I try to avoid ingesting drugs unless 100% necessary. Since I have had anxiety for such a long time (attending a psychologist for several years also helped with that), I kinda learned how it works and what to do and what not to do in order to maintain a sustainable level. Yeah, it gets stronger or weaker depending on what's happening in my life, but I fortunately haven't hit a point where I desperately need medication to live yet (and I hope that never happens).

So you're fine with having to cope with it? The OP gave me the impression it made every day hell. Well eitherway meds could maybe make it easier to deal with, but I definitely approve of staying clean where possible. I suppose I'm kind of a hypocrite suggesting meds when I don't take any for my arthritis, but that's because I firgured out symptoms only occur when I'm stressed.

I'm not "fine" with having to cope with it. It is everyday hell, but I can live with it, I haven't lost control of my life yet. It's a bit hard to explain and maybe medications would really help with it, but I'm not the biggest meds fan.

Lonely_Dolphin said:

Anywho, got any interesting life stories for us? I'm curious as to how you react upon seeing a spider hehe.

I don't think I have any funny spider-related stories, they're just kinda unusual hahahah

We had a ping-pong table in our garage, and I was playing one day with my sister. Then, suddenly, she said "Lucca, there's something behind you". I looked to see what it was, and it was a fucking huge armed spider 10 centimetres away from my feet. I ran directly into the car as fast as I could (since the spider was right in front of the door) and screamed for help.

I remember one day, when me and my family were watching the Brazilian Carnival, and a giant spider appeared from behind the TV and went directly to the door, locking us all inside the room. I don't know what happened, I just know I passed out, and when I woke up the door was open and there were no more spiders.

Those were the two worst situations, but it's not rare in the summer for me to see smaller spiders inside my house. I generally get scared, ask someone to kill it and shake a lot. And then my day's ruined.