An Unmistakeable Journey

I am feeling an insane need to destress. Not that I am doing as much as many of the people here, but with my severe anxiety, no relation to my gluten intolerance, I feel completely stressed out. I work at least thirty hours a week, more often than not more than that. For which I am recieving no benefits because I am hired supposedly as a part time employee, even though in reality I am working full time. It is a horror. Not that I have a horrible job or anything, nor am I bad at it, nor do I hate it. But it is a lot of work. And pile on top of that being a married college student (and taking only one class due to the fact that I cannot take anymore than that with my anxiety) and supposedly I'm supposed to be the housewife who does everything for my husband. Yes he's good at helping out, but I myself put way too much stress on myself to be the good housewife. Beyond that, I have yet to figure out what on earth is wrong with my body, as I have the doctors thoroughly confused. I have gone on this gluten free diet to see if it helps me, and lo and behold, its working, even though I tested negative for celiac disease. I have thus come to the conclusion I am intolerant of gluten. But even still, between doctors visits and sick days, I have not been to class in over two weeks. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

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I'm on overload. I can't sleep at night, and when I do sleep, its filled with nightmares, thus my sleep is inevitably restless. I had a mental breakdown, otherwise known as a horrible anxiety attack last Thursday. I know what I have to do. I need to stop trying to do so much. Which means, withdraw from class. Even my therapist says my anxiety will flare up if I focus on more than one thing at a time. But I don't listen until I have tried it. But anyway, withdrawing from my class gives me further anxiety, because then it will be a waste of 400 dollars of my parents money. And no, I don't think I can get that money back, even if I pose it as a medical withdrawal. It sucks. That money could have been better placed, and my parents already tell me all the time I waste their money. I wasted it on a year and a half of college because of anxiety and depression a few years back. I took a break when I got married, and then a few months ago I just KNEW I had to go back to school because I was going crazy having nothing to do when I didn't work. But sure enough. My anxiety is flared up again.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!!!! How do I break the news to my parents who think that I've already wasted a ton of their money? Sure they know how sick I've been the past year and a half, and how I can't seem to get better. But it was the same three years ago when I stopped going to school because I had been depressed and anxious the entire time. I had flunked out of college then with all those problems, and I'se gonna flunk out now. But I can't stand the thought of my parents thinking I wasted their money again. And the sorrow they bring with it every time they tell me so. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!