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So I was diagnosed with General Anxiety Disorder a couple of weeks ago, and I have been suffering with this for 4 months now as I hadn't really talked to anyone about it until a few weeks ago. This has caused me to become very depressed lately, I'm crying myself to sleep, to the point of exhaustion where I won't have any energy left to cry no more.. I have seen a counsellor a couple of times which has helped a bit and have been prescribed with valium to help me through the really rough days, which is almost every day. The hardest part was telling people and opening up, like my parents. They've been very helpful to get me through this, I could not be more grateful.
With all this depression, memories from the past have been finding their way to the surface and making me feel really guilty, to the point where I have been having suicidal thoughts...
The worst memory that I remembered, was yesterday... I feel like I sexually abused my family dog back when I was about 12-14 years years old (I'm 19 now). I made it orally lick me down there... I sexually experimented quite a lot in my youth and I knew no better, but feel like I would be able to acknowledge that what I did was wrong. I know that the dog maybe didn't really know what was going on and was just a jolly well happy dog the next day, just like every other day. But I feel disgusted in myself and can't believe I would do such a horrible disgusting thing. I know very well that I would definitely not do such a thing now, or anything else morally wrong. The moment that memory popped in to my head, I cried my eyes out for a good hour or two before sleeping from exhaustion. I had never thought about that memory until just now, 6-8 years later. I feel I like can't live with myself anymore knowing I did such a thing, and Im constantly remembering it whenever Im facing my mum or anyone really and just feel like saying to them what I did; "I did that back then! Im disgusting! I don't deserve to be happy!" . But I really can't tell my mum what I did as I will just be really ashamed of myself. I've come very close to telling my mum, but I really dont want to. I was thinking of telling my therapist about it, but maybe even they would think I'm a sick person or something..I sometimes think, heck, people out there have done way worse things like cheat on their spouse, kill someone, rape a child, actually kill a dog etc. and i am here dwelling on something quite insignificant compared to all those things and even having suicidal thoughts, but I can't help it, I've become very sensitive lately, emotionally unstable and enjoying life at all.
In general, I feel really guilty over things that I did years ago and these thoughts have been resurfacing now these days because of my anxiety and depression situation. I can't forgive myself, and I know I must learn to, and to stop feeling guilty about things, either big or small, that happened in the past as it doesn't matter any more, but I can't accomplish this, and I'm slowly driving myself down a very dark sad road...I feel very weak by this, and I sometimes wish I was the type of person who does not feel bad or guilty for any actions they would make just so I could continue with my life.
Sorry for rambling on, this is my first post on here, I just felt like I had to tell someone, even if it is just me writing text on a computer screen telling you fellow strangers about this...
Thank you for listening to me.
With all this depression, memories from the past have been finding their way to the surface and making me feel really guilty, to the point where I have been having suicidal thoughts...
The worst memory that I remembered, was yesterday... I feel like I sexually abused my family dog back when I was about 12-14 years years old (I'm 19 now). I made it orally lick me down there... I sexually experimented quite a lot in my youth and I knew no better, but feel like I would be able to acknowledge that what I did was wrong. I know that the dog maybe didn't really know what was going on and was just a jolly well happy dog the next day, just like every other day. But I feel disgusted in myself and can't believe I would do such a horrible disgusting thing. I know very well that I would definitely not do such a thing now, or anything else morally wrong. The moment that memory popped in to my head, I cried my eyes out for a good hour or two before sleeping from exhaustion. I had never thought about that memory until just now, 6-8 years later. I feel I like can't live with myself anymore knowing I did such a thing, and Im constantly remembering it whenever Im facing my mum or anyone really and just feel like saying to them what I did; "I did that back then! Im disgusting! I don't deserve to be happy!" . But I really can't tell my mum what I did as I will just be really ashamed of myself. I've come very close to telling my mum, but I really dont want to. I was thinking of telling my therapist about it, but maybe even they would think I'm a sick person or something..I sometimes think, heck, people out there have done way worse things like cheat on their spouse, kill someone, rape a child, actually kill a dog etc. and i am here dwelling on something quite insignificant compared to all those things and even having suicidal thoughts, but I can't help it, I've become very sensitive lately, emotionally unstable and enjoying life at all.
In general, I feel really guilty over things that I did years ago and these thoughts have been resurfacing now these days because of my anxiety and depression situation. I can't forgive myself, and I know I must learn to, and to stop feeling guilty about things, either big or small, that happened in the past as it doesn't matter any more, but I can't accomplish this, and I'm slowly driving myself down a very dark sad road...I feel very weak by this, and I sometimes wish I was the type of person who does not feel bad or guilty for any actions they would make just so I could continue with my life.
Sorry for rambling on, this is my first post on here, I just felt like I had to tell someone, even if it is just me writing text on a computer screen telling you fellow strangers about this...
Thank you for listening to me.