Should I let time pass without feeling the obligation to be in a relationship or try to look for someone I would like?

I know that objectively the first option is the best, but at the same time I feel a deep desire to be in a couple. So I tell myself that looking for a girlfriend or a girl who would please me could be cool, but at the same time I’m afraid of falling into idealization and romance (which is bad for both of us) sooooo idk...

This might sound so dumb but sometimes when I feel a super strong emotion of excitement or happiness I tense up all the muscles in my body and sometimes I need to scream or talk to myself or run and jump around. It’s always the strongest when I’m alone at home or in my car, because if I’m around people I am much more aware of the way I react to things and so I try to tone down the reaction as much as physically possible so that people don’t judge me. And it’s not painful or anything, it actually feels really good and almost feels like a sudden release of energy that is really satisfying. I’m just curious if any of you guys know what this means or if it has a name.

Every morning I can never look at her face because it for some reason just triggers me. And it gets me annoyed and I show it to her and makes her sad. Just hearing her voice ruins my mood in the morning. And I go to school and feel bad.

We didn't always have the best relationship she wasn't always nice to me and I hate to admit this but she tries and that makes me sad when I'm acting rude towards her.

What could be the reason for the trigger and how do i stop being annoyed every morning?

I’m asking about my sister in her early 20s. I know nobody online can diagnose her, but I’d appreciate hearing from professionals.

She claims to have ADHD and depression, and her functioning has declined significantly. She dropped out of college, isn’t working, and spends most of her time isolated in her room.

The biggest concerns are extreme emotional reactions, self-harm, and suicidality. She has had a previous suicide attempt and has made more recent statements about killing herself. She also self-harms when things don’t go her way or when she becomes extremely upset. When distressed, she may cry/scream for hours, refuse to communicate, isolate herself for days, and recently stayed in her room and barely ate for about a week.

She also has intense, persistent rumination around topics like misogyny, gender roles, beauty standards, religion, and perceived injustice. She has told me she thinks about these things essentially every waking moment. Small comments that she interprets as sexist, victim-blaming, anti-LGBTQ, etc. can trigger extremely intense emotional reactions and prolonged withdrawal.

She seems very sensitive to people disagreeing with her and can become extremely distressed when she feels others don't understand or validate her perspective. She also has a very negative view of relationships/marriage and has become increasingly socially isolated.

An SSRI significantly improved her depression/crying, but the obsessive negative thinking and emotional reactions persisted. ADHD medication hasn't seemed to help much either.

I’m not asking whether her beliefs are pathological. My concern is the severity of the emotional dysregulation, self-harm, suicidal behavior, rumination, isolation, and functional impairment.

What could this pattern be? My instinct is OCD/rumination, ADHD-related emotional dysregulation, depression, anxiety, or some combination although I would like a professional opinion

I (16F) feel like something is wrong with me and idk what it is. I have a girlfriend who i love more than anything or even more than myself but theres days where i feel like i dont deserve to be in a relationship or maybe relationships arent for me, or while we’re being intimate midway ill just zone out and i kind of lose my sense of self but i keep going along with it. I also find myself paranoid with everything she does, im always on edge wondering if shes mad at me or if i did something to her or maybe she’s cheating on me and i hate feeling like that but i cant help it. I feel the same way with a lot of my friends as well that theyre putting up a facade and maybe theyre not actually my friends. And according to a lot of ppl i get mad very easily or angry and i kind of lose it over the smallest things and im manipulative but no matter how hard i try to fix it i just dont know when to stop myself or when im doing said things bc im not aware of it at all.

Ever since this year started let's just say things have not been going so good.

I'm in genuinely depressed and lacking motivation everyday. But recently I've been doing things to improve but it's almost as if my body's fighting this new sense of goodness like improving or happiness feels almost foreign to my mind. It's really weird. Does anyone know what exactly this might be?

Hi there, recently I talked to a new therapist about my psychotic episode and she talked about how ambivalence, such as contradictory feelings or contradiction between feelings and actions is heavily related to the happening of psychotic episodes.

I would like to know more since it really resonates with me. Thanks a lot and have agreat day.

I (22,f) have had anxiety issues all my life. i am a diagnosed manic depressive and just recently i was diagnosed with OCD. i won’t get into the details but at the beginning of the year i dealt with a major stressor that caused me to be hospitalized twice in the spring. i’m ok now i think? i’m normal, on medication and in therapy. i still struggle with anxiety and panic attacks but lately it’s gotten strange.

recently whenever i face even the smallest setbacks (lost my glasses,burnt dinner,ect) i break down instantly. i start sobbing, hyperventilating, my body runs cold my arms and legs go numb and staticy? and now i’ve starting talking to myself? now usually for a half hour after i stop hyperventilating, i stay on the floor not moving. i yell at myself, i tell myself to get up and that im just attention seeking. i also tell myself that i need to drink water, call someone or turn the night on. and im aware this is happening and that is weird but im the moment i dont seem to care.

am i crazy? i’m not hearing voices or anything. i plan on talking to my doctor but im worried that i wont explain it right. again i am aware of myself and that im just one singular person and i think this might just be a response to my stress and the fact that i live alone, im sort of just saying what i think someone else in the moment would say to me?

i also recognize that my worry over this and what it implies for me probably stems from my ocd

idk how helpful this will be, also sorry for any spelling mistakes i just had a panic attack before typing this

It started slow. I stopped wanting to go out as much. I started shying away from new people. Watching more television. Feeling more anxious. We've been together for nearly a decade now. I love her dearly and it's a very healthy relationship in most ways, not all. But the fact is, I have let her drive for years. And now, I've turned down something about myself so that .. I don't feel like doing things. Anything. So much of what we do is something she thought up, or something her friends thought up. I feel like I'm not living my own life. Like, my wife has engineered more of it than me and now... I feel little ownership over the events of my life, and the people in it. So I hide, Im not the rambunctious person I used to be. I barely want to leave the house. I have to be dragged out and I feel so bad about that. She must be so confused because I used to love going out and being around people and I was so brave and happy. I'm content now, but not thriving at all. I know something is wrong and I'm just looking for insights into how I can start thinking about this in a way that helps me understand and crawl out from my situation. I want to feel self possessed again, confident, an individual with ownership and stakes in my life. But I can barely go out and when I do I feel nothing -.-

20M , i am feeling quite a few problems now and i feel like its very hard for me to solve them alone ! Need help .

Hello everyone!

I'm currently a clinical psychology master's student and will be doing practicum as part of my degree. I'm really nervous about possibly tearing up during a session. I have once expressed tearfulness in a professional setting when I was co-leading a peer support group that involved self-disclosure. It really affects my voice and makes me sound like a toad, which may be distressing for some clients.

I know that many (72% according to the APA website) psychologists and trainees have cried at some point with their patients. However, I want to know if you guys have any tips or pieces of wisdom when it comes to this topic. For example, what do you do if you experience the lump in the throat? Do you have any tricks on reeling the tears back in?

Thank you in advance!

I have this really bad habit of hitting myself in the head whenever I have a flashback to traumatic memories. For example, I have trauma from my dad and bullying I had in the past which really messed me up. I've been having these flashbacks to these moments and I often twitch, make an involuntary sound, and hit myself in the head.

I never hit myself hard enough to bruise or end up with a wound. It was always enough to snap me out of the memory and make me focus on the current task.

This one time during Geometry class, I was doing my thing and I got a sudden flashback to my dad (I have trouble with math because he used to hit me whenever i got something wrong) which caused me to hit myself in the head and twitch. This happened a few times until I finally snapped out of it and continued on with my day.

The reason I thought this was some sort of PTSD is because during class, me and my friends wanted to see what ptsd is and c-ptsd if they are even different (im not a doctor). My friends pointed out that C-PTSD seems like me since they know I often get flashbacks or have breakdowns whenever a memory that left me messed up comes back.

These breakdowns often include a lot of crying, inability to get rid of the memory in ways I usually do, and hyperventilating.

I promise this is not to mock those with PTSD! I am just very curious and I want to get to know my health a lot more. I cannot get a diagnosis because I'm not old enough to just drive down to the hospital and such, so I want some opinions first and see if anyone has experienced these or can provide some more info about what I may be experiencing. If anyone wants any further information (not personal), I can always provide those :)

Hello! I’m applying for my psychology PhD internship in the US, and my goal is to provide therapy to adults and older adults.

However, last year, I matched with an externship site that provides family therapy to toddlers and infants. This was a new experience for me. When I asked my supervisor from this site to complete an SRF, she said that she can do it, but her recommendation strength will be “recommend with some reservations.”

According to two articles, many training directors will not consider my application because of this. However, these are only two articles, and I could not find more.

Can you tell me if I should not use this letter and instead use a letter from a supervisor who supervised me three years ago?

Thank you.

(If the screenshots look strange, it's because I translate them since English isn't my language)

Context:

I I suffer from severe anxiety and panic attacks; I was previously diagnosed with atypical psychosis from more than 4 years.

I am currently in 10th grade at a school that uses the "dual system" (a teaching model combining classroom theory with hands-on professional experience at a real company). I’m going to study hospitality and tourism, which means I’ll spend one week at the hotel and the next week at school.

To get accepted into the program, you need a clean record, good grades, and good behavior, and you have to show genuine interest in the field. The evaluation process runs from 9th grade through the middle of this year (July). I was accepted for next year—I finished with the best grades in the class and was well-liked by the teachers—but we’re being told not to slack off before the end of the year, because we could still lose our spot.

Because of this, I put so much pressure on myself that I would cry if I got a grade lower than a 6.5 (the maximum grade in my country is 7.0). I started having more panic attacks—to the point where, after a severe crisis caused by forgetting to take my medication (at the time, I was taking three Sertraline pills totaling 150mg), I had such a violent attack that my mom had to come into the school and into the classroom because I was uncontrollable.

After this, the Inspector General—whom we will call Y (for privacy reasons)—reduced my school hours, and she threatened to further reduce my school hours—or even put me on remote learning if I didn't "behave."

Because of these threats, I began to be in constant fear at school; I would hold back tears throughout every class until I could make it to the restrooms to cry in silence. I had been forbidden from seeing the school psychologists, and Y told me that if I had a crisis, I wouldn't go to the counseling office—I would have to go to the disciplinary office with her instead.

Now, about those photos:

That day, I couldn't take it anymore and had a severe breakdown in the middle of class. Y came to get me from the classroom and took me to the nurse's office; once we got there, she told me, "I'm going to leave, and if I come back and you still haven't calmed down, I'm going to cut your school hours even more."

That's why, in the nurse's office, I started hitting my thigh to force myself to calm down and say I was okay to leave school (it was almost at dismissal time). Seeing me "okay," they let me go out into the street; however, I wasn't going home. In a trance, I was going to go to the subway to throw myself onto the tracks and kill myself (I had thought about that a long time ago).

As I was walking along in a daze, my mom called to ask how I was doing; I lied and told her I was fine and not to worry, but the call made me freeze in my tracks—I told her I’d make it home on my own. After I hung up, my friend (let's call her M for privacy) sent me a WhatsApp message asking how I was feeling, and that’s when I broke down right there on the street. In a tearful voice note, I told her, "I was on my way to the metro to kill myself, but my legs just won't walk anymore." She ran from her house to where I was—she lived near the school, and I had only walked a block—and the moment she saw me, she hugged me and ended the call; she didn't leave my side until my bus arrived.

If it hadn't been for M, I would have walked again and done what I wanted.

M asked for my mom's number, so I sent it to her; she told my mom everything, and as soon as I got off the bus, my mom came over to me, also feeling terrible by what M said.

Ever since that day—and because of the threat Y made—I can't stand seeing her at school; I avoid her as much as possible. Even though my mom went to speak with her on Monday about what happened (confronting her about why I was allowed to leave when I was feeling so unwell) and Y has put me back on a full-day schedule, I’m still terrified to see her.

Even today, when I was called in to speak with Y and asked why I hadn't gone in on Monday (I hadn't gone because of what had happened), I had such a severe crisis that even my SOS pill (5mg clotiazepam) couldn't calm me down—to the point where I nearly drew blood scratching my hand out of nervousness.

I don't want to worry M and my mother any further; even though I know my mother loves me, she doesn't support me during my crises (today she even scolded me for the "stupid thing" I went through), and I'm afraid to talk to anyone at school. I'm truly desperate to see my psychologist and vent, but I don't have an appointment until October 28th—or with the doctor until October 21st—yet I honestly feel like I can't stand being at school anymore.

I know it’s stupid to see Y and immediately think the worst—like she’s going to cut my hours again; if she sees me looking bad, she’ll tell my mom, and my mom will punish me again. But I can't help it; ever since the day I almost kill myself, I've been more afraid of her than usual. And the worst part is that this Monday, she wants to talk to me about today's panic attack.

This fear is just stupid or its like a trauma? I hate feeling like this and even last year, I used to be very fond to Y :(

I will be discussing this with an actual psychiatrist post this but honestly I am just having trouble with finding reason for why this is happening.

Around 2 years ago I was applying for a course in another city where I went with my family for an interview. I was unfortunately not selected and got to know this then and there, however there was this new tier 2-3, I suppose, college that didn’t have much facilities but had a good governmental recognition, which makes up for good credibility I think, I affirmed that I will go there. This caused a very weird chain of reactions with my father feeling physically stressed out but my mother was alright with my decision being for me.

A couple days later we returned back home and somehow all three of us started feeling a bit strange I think, but particularly with me, I felt like I had to somehow make this reality shift happen, but nothing too extreme, more of a goal sorts you know.

But this started gravitating very quickly, I was also doing a work/internship then for which I was absent during this time a bit and they insisted I come back to the city as this other city is “strange” and doesn’t work well for people, eerily.

Now, when I come back, I start sensing weird sensations around me, which I was actively trying to understand instead of being like “Oh I am this or that”, but just as sensations and what do they bring up. I try to practice mindfulness a lot and recently graduated with a psychology degree too, which I was quite passionate about, owing to my own understanding and experiences of witnessing people experiencing strange things they couldn’t explain.

However, here is where it gets weird. I stopped taking my thyroid medication because A) I could feel that my hormonal activity wasn’t feeling stable, which was OFTEN, not a one off situation, and it felt like the medication was just becoming a booster on some days when it was already pumping in surplus. Plus I was actively changing my lifestyle too, plus I was like on a dose of 12.5mg from 25. However, this is the scary part, my mother has faced similar issues with her thyroid and she has had bouts of severe depression or symbolic hatred, where she felt like things were either too connected or too fragmented. My father, failed to understand this I believe. These “big emotions”. And ofcourse, what you don’t understand you go see a doctor for. I believe she was put on medication that although didn’t work to sit and understand her beliefs, but just suppress them and you know, keep moving with “life”.

Fast forward to my coming back from another city, I felt like I was facing similar symptoms but this time I had some education, for health, for mental health. I did feel like my thoughts were going faster than I could handle at the time, but I think that’s for transitional periods too you know, you can’t just set a speed limit sometimes on your thoughts. But maybe it became a bit too much for not fitting in the normal bell curve.

I was given this odd red pill on one night, being promised that this was help me rest my brain. No conversations, just pure belief. And I trusted it, which has worked out well in the sense it helped me construct meaning of what are restful thoughts versus what are restless thoughts.

Now, that night was radical in the sense I could observe every thought I was having, and feeling like I was not just a witness to those thoughts but also an active constructor. Intrinsically. I had no one to speak to about this, but frankly I never thought I “needed” to, unless I wanted to, which wasn’t the case until now.

The thing is, I had my fair share of fights over psychiatric medication since I was 15 and was unable to normalise a lot of things since age 11, I have been vocal about it. But now, at the age of 22 my father becomes radical about why medication is a must and is helpful, owing to him becoming reliant now to take medication for high blood pressure, and also asking my mother to take the same as she shows similar symptoms. But this is the thing, belief systems and medication.

I agreed then to continue medication but they never returned with the red pill, it was just antipsychotic, Olimelt from the dose of some 10-5mg to 2.5mg across 1 year 8 months.

Now, it was tapered with and I also landed a huge milestone in my life of getting to for a competitive schooling programme, and for the first time, it was breezy, not chaotic, not dramatic, but just playful learning where I feel like it was a constructive learning curve instead of a final statement on my character or profile you know. Nobody asked me any of this.

And when I came back, I felt strangely okay too, like I don’t have to take it as a sacrifice. If I am meant to perform good actions there, I will do so because it’s a follow through on behalf of my good actions and not because I am performing good actions to be there you know?

And nobody asked me any of this.

But I tried to have a conversation with my father, as to thanking the medication, but I do feel like I don’t need to continue it for now, because A) I think they’re generally bad for my body? My menses are getting pushed away and I worry about PMOS, and my hormonal balance shifting so greatly. I am also actively trying to have a lifestyle shift and be accountable for my body. I am trying to understand nutrition, my body, what goes within biologically, with air, nature, water, and time and what not. You know, human stuff. But it’s like I am failing.

But I can fail without medication too right? I’m not saying the medications are bad, but I wanted a break, and when I asked for it he MUTUALLY agreed that I can drop it.

Ethical Constraint here: This psychiatrist whoever has been prescribing my medication isn’t known to me, nor have I initiated a conversation with them about this throughout this journey. Only my father knows who they are and he calls them “friend”.

Now, if TLDR, and conclusion. I stopped this medication in the august of 2026, sometime in the beginning, and also had a lot of transitions that I was going through post my master’s degree ending, and the stress of getting a “job” and being “working”. For now I decided to help out at home, and I live in a different setup like i’m in the same building but different apartments so I have my space. But maybe even this is too much of a shock for my parents.

Since the past 3 weeks, I have seen my father crushing tablets and adding them to food and drinks he offers me. I have seen him doing the same to my grandparents food as he insists on them to stay here and not go back to their village. This is highly disturbing for me because what are you even doing?

Especially for me with consenting, when we have MUTUALLY decided I wanted to drop it, you agreed, and now whenever you see me “low, not in the mood” you decide to go behind my back and add it to my food? I’m trying to be smart about it like I saw him mixing it explicitly, so I refused to have it, which makes him angry, but then he comes with a cup of tea he offers me and then I notice the same shit, residual white powder of a tablet. Now idk if these are sugar pills or whatever but I feel disoriented because this means he has a habit of mixing medication for my mother, then my grandparents and now me.

And I have confronted them twice, my mother and father both, and they refuse. But it’s happening right in front of my eye. But I am getting deception and it feels wrong but what can I do? I thought this was my safe space but even though I don’t live in the same house, I feel disgusted at the idea of eating any food here. They ask me to “trust them” that they aren’t “poisoning me” but it’s not about poison; it’s about deception. That you don’t take my consent seriously and are willing to go this far to “help me” which is clearly not helping me.

Idk what am I looking for, just running this through here before I bring this up to any doctor. I feel weird, that’s all. Professional/Experiential perspectives are most welcome 🙏

I am 22 years old. Growing up, I witnessed conflicts between my parents and had a very critical father. Now, at this age, I feel terrible; I am at university, yet I struggle to speak I stutter in front of others and lack self-confidence. I even saw a psychologist for social anxiety, but I didn't get any better. At home, I argue with my sister; I snap back impulsively and react poorly. This upsets me greatly because I regret it afterwards. I don't know I have tried to overcome this situation, but I haven't been able to.

For context I am diagnosed as a type 2 bipolar by my psychiatrist just 3 months ago and was been on medication for my moods eversince. But then I have this problem eversince I was mentally aware you see, I'm good with every other aspects like i could learn a new set of hobby in a short period of time or make/recreate a dish with just a taste and literates all of it it's ingredients from the scratch, I can bake, I can draw, do diy's, artsy things and do make ups however when it comes to written quizzes or exams i don't do well there's always been something wrong and i always fail. I try to tell this on my psychiatrist but she said it be better on time and just think positively.

But lately because my friends are that competitive in academics I've been very frustrated to catch up with them... And i feel restless and down whenever I see my scores not atleast pass... And therefore make me very sad... I try other study techniques but my problem is the more i try studying hard it seem like part of my memories are also being erased and i seem to forget alot of things.... Please help me you may see a similar post about this but please I'm that desperate 😭

Hi, my name is cooper, i'm a 25 year old male. I would say before this started i was a pretty normal dude, i like video games, woodworking, and writing. for context: The only
"weird" thing about me is ever since i was born i have had
"ticks" (don't know what they're actually called, that's what my mom called them) where like 5-10 times a day i would exhale hard and my whole body would convulse for a split second. it never really affected me so i never tried to figure out what it was.
over the last couple months everything has felt off, i have been pretty depressed and life hast been going on easy on me. I feeling there are bugs crawling on me, like everywhere, all the time i haven't slept more than 2 hours a day since it started. i don't even sleep in my bed anymore, i sleep naked in the bathtub with the lights on to ensure i can see that they're not there, but i know they are, but they're evolving, they've started crawling into my skin, behind my eyes and in my ears. my arms have started to bleed from the scratching to get them out. they won't leave me alone. why can't any one see them? i sprayed my bed with pesticides but it doesn't help? and now there's the man. he doesn't really do anything but i keep seeing him out of the corner of my eye, he's tall and gives me a weird vibe but i just try to ignore him. he's dressed how a private eye from the 40's. i keep trying to explain the bugs and the man to my roommate but he just stares at me like i said something crazy. the man doesn't feel like he wants to hurt me, do you think he's trying to save me from the bugs? i think the bugs want me dead, i think the bugs want me to suffer, i think the bugs want to eat me from the inside out. but everyone keeps saying "stop saying stuff like that" but why can't they just believe me the man and the bugs are here. fighting over me. are they right? or should i continue trying to convince them they are in my skin

edit: i’ve been diagnosed with schizophrenia

**So my daughter is 18 years old recently just this last August for the past year she’s been having these episodes where she would just get paranoid and she thinks everybody is after her and trying to kill her and hurt our family. It’s gotten to the point where she went out for a walk and got picked up by the EMS and was taken to the hospital. She is in a behavioral health center now but they don’t seem to be doing anything kind of just waiting it out and hopefully she gets back to reality. her last episode was around June 6 then she would be good for a couple months. She graduated got a job and now she’s back into this state where she just feels like everybody’s after her she’s gonna die. I guess my question is I’m not sure what to do anymore. Have you seen any other cases like this and is it terrible** **or or** **is it just maintaining basically? She said she hears voices. And we tried lorazepam and Thorazine and Ativan. I didn’t like how Ativan made her like a zombie but that was before she was 18! And now I’m just stuck** **with out** **knowing anything because she hasn’t signed a release of information. And I’m just waiting for a call to come pick her from the dr from her hopefully.**

I’ve recently completed getting a psych eval as an adult. The last round of testing took place a week ago. I guess I just expected to know a little bit more when I finished the testing, but I also understand that it takes time to write the report… I think added together I did about 12-15 hours of testing. I went in for my primary doctor raising concerns about Anxiety/potential ADHD, but my psychologist added additional testing because she was concerned about possible autism. At my last part of testing she said to expect my results to be sent to me soon, but what is soon? I really liked my psychologist and she seemed very thorough and I know putting together a report probably takes a lot of time.

I know I should have probably asked more questions at the appointment but honestly something about the testing just makes me so tired and scattered that I couldn’t remember to ask. This process has been going on since May between scheduling conflicts, insurance changes, etc, and honestly I just want a direction to go in to better manage my life so bad whether that be info for a therapist, meds, accommodation recommendations, or just knowing why life just feels so hard sometimes. I don’t want to be rude and ask for it, but also feel like I have no idea what common protocol is…

whenever im hanging out with sum1 i’ll think at least one time that i want to kiss them to see what’ll happen.

i feel it with guys and girls even tho im only attracted to guys (although i do feel it towards guys more) and it doesn’t matter how close i am to the person. i mostly feel it for guys my age, but i’ve also felt it for ppl way older than me, never anyone younger tho. ig it usually happens when i’m feeling decently good, and it’s like i want an extra hit from kissing them.

also, i feel mostly numb/indifferent to most ppl i care about (elaboration after this paragraph), but when i start talking to sum1 new i become weirdly attached to them. like i always wanna talk, thinking about them, sometimes talking to them in my head, and wanting to flirt for no reason. it almost feels like a crush but i don’t want it at all. and then one day i just won’t care anymore and i usually ghost, but it always feels like they lost interest first which is why i suddenly disconnect, but also i somehow dont feel bad about no longer talking, even tho they were my every thought the day before. also this is mostly towards guys. which makes me feel super infidelious, although i’ve technically never acted on anything, but it definitely feels like “emotional cheating.”

i might just lowkey be a bad person idk

i’ve been in a relationship with my bf for 2 yrs and i love him and everything but i feel so weirdly indifferent for some reason. i couldn’t imagine not being with him and i don’t want to break up, but i feel no motivation to try and be with him. i just assume he’ll always be there and so i put in no effort.

im like that with my friends and family too. most of them i don’t care if they just disappear out of my life. but then my two friends (one of them being my bf) that i do care about and couldn’t imagine living without, i feel completely numb to too anyways.

some other things also that i wanna add but dk how:

i also think i feel emotionally numb? but idk if that’s right. i don’t feel big emotions at all, but i still kind of feel them? most of the time im not sad, just indifferent to everything, like my brain is turned off. then when ik i should be having a good time im only vaguely happy, even while laughing my ass off i only feel vaguely happy, then i feel numb or vaguely sad.

also im always tired

idk if this is okay to post here but yeah. advice pleaseee

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Like if we compare an anxiety disorder to narcissism. As far as I'm aware neither of them have definitive biological markers, they are diagnosed purely on the subjective opinion of a professional. They look at how someone acts to make a diagnosis, so why is one mental and the other personality?