I had several anxiety attacks in the last few weeks. They started at a birthday party when I realized I didn't belong there. This week I heard my mother say "your feelings aren't important. You're going to handle this is therapy and medication" Yesterday she said "if you have any problems, don't tell anyone, don't do anything about it" I started drinking again. One beer a week. It's the only way I feel relaxed and can sleep without nightmares. I know burying my feelings will eventually kill me, but honestly, I don't care. - Human
