Joseph wrote:I've tried exercise. I've been seeing a psychologist for three weeks. I am trying to make new friends and actually leave my house once in a while. It's not helping much. I have been debating the possibility of getting medicated for weeks now and, after last night, the debate is over. I'm going for it. Fuck it. I'd rather be a zombie than spend my nights fantasizing about how great it would be to kill myself just to spite some girl who cheated on me and doesn't even care if I live or die.
The panic attacks have subsided, but only after she left. I still get a little teary eyed once in a while, but it's all under control.
Really, I kind of regret my rant now that I realize it was off-topic and certainly not the place to just put all that shit up. Sorry if I semi-hijacked this thread.
Therapy might be the way to go, but I've found that there's no better therapy than picking up a six pack, plugging in the guitar, and just getting all the bad shit out of my brain. My panic attacks consist of hyperventillation, nausea, and racing pulse. A little bit like the first two minutes of playing a show, except, yeah, I'm nauseated instead of experiencing little knee-quakes.
I'm against taking pills for this kind of thing (but I'll have a beer, trading one chemical for the other, so there goes my logic, huh?) but a friend of mine said he had to go to therapy for a few weeks until he got his shit together. That surprised me, he didn't seem like the type to go to therapy, but then I'm not the best judge of character.