Your Own True Self

I've failed to accept myself as I am for a very long time now. Doctors have suggested to me a few times, along with people who know me that I suffer from anxiety and depression. The anxiety part is difficult to hide and slightly easier to talk about, the depression part not so much. You don't want to tell people how hard you struggle to get out of bed. That you don't care if a semi were to run you over on your way home from work. You don't want people to know, because you don't want to feel that way yourself. In my mind I am very aware of all the things I should be grateful for. I am very aware of how beautiful mother nature is and all the great people I have in my life, however, my brain doesn't allow me to enjoy it for very long. 95% of the physical ailments I have been experiencing are caused by these mental ailments. It's a pretty vicious circle. The more my brain glitches the worse my stomach and muscles hurt, the more I don't leave my home, the more I lie about what's wrong, the more I lie to people and say I'm fine, the more I don't participate in regular activities, the more I sit on the bench. It definitely is like waking up from one nightmare to another. I also know other people think of me as a negative person that just complains all the time. I assure you, I don't want this, nor do I want to be perceived that way. It's so easy to drown yourself in drugs and alcohol so you don't feel anything anymore and I know why people do that. I haven't really been to any of my regular classes in over a year, I'm anxious about coming back. Right now I'm available to attend Mondays, but I still haven't gone in favor of my bed and a book. I've preferred to be alone. Realizing how close I actually am to becoming the dreaded cat lady, I've agreed to allow my doctor to book me for therapy. I wish I wasn't embarrassed to talk about it. Stomach hurts, head hurts, throat hurts...accepted...You say you're brain is malfunctioning and people avoid you like you have the plague.