Personal Narrative Essay: Keeping Up At Home

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Hi there
Um never planned to text you but I’m stressed and I need an outlet aaand feel like I owe you an explanation
Terribly sorry I keep disappearing on you.
I have this tendency to isolate myself from the rest of the world
Yeah I know weird...
Initially it’s because of my anxiety. Whenever I want to go do something, I think of all possible horrible outcomes and usually end up staying at home. Now it has become a sort of habit and I can’t seem to break out of it.

I prefer to be alone. I hate trying to keep up with friends and I don’t like putting an effort into making them. I typically don’t connect with people. No don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate people or feel like they are not good enough for me. Nor am I concerned that I am not good enough to be theirs. I have always been like this. I’m not unhappy. I do not feel excluded or lonely. I just really enjoy being alone.

I knew pushing everyone away was
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I don’t know what I want or what to do anymore.
My mood has gone from low to no. that is; I’m at that point where I feel very little to nothing at all. Just numb and empty like a shell of a person with no insides. Doc said it’s normal since I’m currently on prozac. lol she keeps changing her mind on what she wants me to do. She first wanted me to try it at night, then she wanted me to come down to 40mg and today she told me to stop for a while because I’m not tolerating it. I don’t think she knows what she’s doing. I hate to admit it but I’m scared I’m going to end up in the hospital, again.
Therapy is not working too well either. Yeah she’s nice and all but it seems to me that she didn’t know how to identify my issues. So when she tries to tackle some problem, she immediately ran out of questions and unable to put me in mindsets in which I could question myself or see beyond my words. It felt extremely flat, and after the third session, it started to feel more like a chore and a complete waste of

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