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3 days ago
حان الوقت لي أن أعيش حياتي بدون أدوية
أعاني من الاكتئاب منذ زمن طويل. قبل ثلاث سنوات، شُخِصتُ بالاكتئاب الشديد. زرت أطباء نفسيين ومعالجين نفسيين. وصفت لي أدوية. أتناول سيبرالكس ١٠ ملغ كل صباح. مرت ثلاث سنوات على هذا الدواء، وهو يُنظّم اكتئابي. البنزوديازيبينات (Xanax) موجودة في درجي. لا أتناولها إلا عند الحاجة. أتناولها عندما تصيبني نوبات الهلع، لكنها الآن نادرة. . أنا نشيطة، وفعالة، واجتماعية. أذهب إلى العمل، وألتقي بأصدقائي على العشاء، وأمزح مع إخوتي، وأزور والديّ، وأعيش حياة تبدو طبيعية. وفي معظم الأوقات، أشعر أنني بخير حقا. بل أفضل من أن أكون بخير. لكن هناك شيء واحد: أخشى أن يجعلني اكتئابي... غير محبوبة. أنا في الثلاثينيات من عمري، وأريد شريكًا، أريد الاستقرار. أريد شخصا أستطيع بناء حياةٍ ومنزلٍ فيه. أتخيل نفسي أستيقظ بجانب شخصٍ يفهمني، يبتسم لي، ويمد يدي في الصباح. فقط أخشى أن يكون اكتئابي يعيقني... أريد أن أعيش حياةً أفضل. ليس حياة مثالية، بل حياة أفضل. أريد أن أبدأ بالتوقف عن هذا الدواء تدريجيا. ألا أريد أن أعتمد عليها للأبد. بدأت أتناول طعاما صحيا. أمارس الرياضة حتى عندما لا أشعر بالرغبة. أقرأ أكثر. أنام جيدًا. والأهم من ذلك، أن أُذكر نفسي كل يوم بأن الاكتئاب لا يحدد مستقبلي. على أي حال، أردت فقط مشاركة أفكاري. شكرا
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Depression
5 days ago
استيقظت في منتصف الليل وقلبي ينبض بسرعة ولم أكن أعرف لماذا
كنت أستيقظ ليلاً بطريقة لا أستطيع تفسيرها. أكون نائماً و فجأة أهتز، كما لو أن شيئاً ثقيلا جالس على صدري و يبدأ قلبي بالخفقان. في الليلة الأولى التي حدث فيها. كنت متأكد من أنني أعاني من نوبة قلبية. جلست على حافة السرير، أتنفس بصعوبة، أحاول إقناع نفسي بالبقاء هادئا. في النهاية، قدت سيارتي إلى المستشفى. فعلت جميع الفحوصات. كان كل شيء طبيعيا. طبيعيا تماما. لكن في الليلة التالية تكرر الأمر. والليلة التي بعدها. لمدة أسبوع كامل. كنت أنهض من السرير وأتجول في المنزل من غرفة إلى غرفة وأنا مرعوب. كان عقلي يدور في دوامة، ولم أستطع استيعاب أي شيء. أعادني العمل بطريقة ما إلى ذاتي. في اللحظة التي دخلت فيها المكتب، خف الخوف و الرعب. مع الروتين و الحركةوالمحادثات. لكن بحلول منتصف النهار، أصابني الإرهاق. كنت أجد مكان أغمض عيني لنصف ساعة، ثم أنام قليلا بما يكفيني لبقية اليوم. لا أعرف إن كان كل هذا بسبب ضغوط الحياة. أنا في منتصف الخمسينيات من عمري. ربما أخشى فقدان وظيفتي، أو أخشى عدم اعتني بعائلتي ، أو أخشى الفشل. أخشى فقدان صحتي وعدم وجود من يعتني بعائلتي. لا أستطيع تفسير ما أدى إلى ذلك، لكن هذه الأفكار تراودني. لم تكن لديّ إجابات. لكن ببطء، ومع مرور الأسابيع واستقرار العمل، خف الضغط. بدأت أشعر بأنني على طبيعتي من جديد. أتمنى فقط ألا يتكرر هذا، لأن تلك الأسابيع القليلة كانت مروعة...
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Anxiety
1 week ago
Parenthood worries
As a parent, anxiety can feel even more intense because it’s not just about me anymore — it’s about my child too. I constantly want to protect and make sure everything is okay, and that can lead to overthinking, worrying, and feeling responsible for things beyond my control. The pressure to always be calm and strong can make it harder to admit when I’m struggling. But I’m learning that taking care of my own mental health helps me be a better parent. By practicing patience with myself, using grounding techniques, and reminding myself that it’s okay not to have all the answers, I’m slowly learning to manage my anxiety and show my child what resilience and self-care look like.
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Parental Anxiety
1 week ago
I was frightened!
This morning I woke up feeling a bit off, slightly anxious, not quite myself. As the day went on, I went through the usual routine: I went to the office, got some work done, came back home, went to the gym, and spent some time with my family. Everything felt normal until later that night. When I was alone and went to take a shower, out of nowhere, I felt like I was about to have a panic attack. My chest tightened, my breathing got heavy, and I genuinely thought my heart was going to stop. I got scared, but in that moment, I recognized what was happening. I told myself, “This is just a panic attack. Don’t let it take over. You’re fine. You’re healthy. You’re just exhausted.” Looking back, I think it was triggered by how run-down I’ve been lately. I’ve been working long hours, pushing hard at the gym, and not sleeping enough, waking up early, sleeping late. The lack of rest and the physical fatigue must have pushed my body into burnout. That exhaustion made me start overthinking. I was wondering if something was wrong with me and that thought spiraled into fear and panic. It really shook me.
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Panic Disorder
1 week ago
Remind myself to calm down.
This morning, I woke up feeling my heart race a little. That familiar wave of anxiety crept in, even though I’ve been doing everything right lately. I’ve been sleeping well, eating clean, and exercising regularly. Still, maybe deep down I’ve been carrying more fatigue than I realized. Last night my sleep was broken — I woke up three or four times and I think that, combined with the pressure of the projects I need to finish over the next couple of months, might have triggered it. Over the past few years, I’ve learned to manage my anxiety much better. Changing my lifestyle about two years ago really helped. I eat healthy, I stay active, and I try to keep my mind occupied with things I enjoy. I still have a bit of a drinking issue, and I know that doesn’t help my anxiety, but apart from that, I’ve come a long way. Even so, once in a while, I wake up feeling uneasy for no clear reason — my heart pounding, my mind racing. In those moments, I have to remind myself: "you’re fine." This is just anxiety. I breathe, calm myself down, and remind my body and mind that everything is okay.
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Anxiety
1 week ago
How to cope with anxiety
Anxiety can be really hard to deal with — it can show up suddenly, take over your thoughts, and make even simple things feel overwhelming. I’ve learned that one of the most helpful ways to cope is to stop fighting it. Instead of resisting or panicking when anxiety comes, I try to let it come and go on its own. I remind myself that the feelings will pass, and I focus on breathing, staying present, and accepting the moment as it is. This approach helps me feel calmer and reminds me that anxiety doesn’t control me — it’s just a temporary wave that eventually fades.
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Anxiety
mokooheji
1 week ago
Annoying Unsocial People!!
I have this friend named Sammy. It honestly feels like his whole life has moved inside his phone. Every time we meet, he’s the one who says, “Let’s go out for coffee” or “Let’s grab dinner.” I’m always happy to see him and he’s one of my closest friends. But the moment we sit down, he pulls out his phone. He starts scrolling, tapping, watching. I tell him, “Sammy, are you here to enjoy your time with me, or are you just going to stare at your phone all night?” He laughs, says, “Sorry, sorry,” puts it down for a bit, and we start talking. Five minutes later, his hand goes back to the phone. “Sammy,” I tell him, “why did we even go out? You could’ve just stayed home with your phone.” Again, the same response: “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just got sent this amazing post , look, it’s a video.” He watches it, laughs, and puts the phone down again. We order food, start chatting, and for a moment, it feels normal until he goes quiet. Suddenly, he has nothing to say, and there it is again....the phone in his hand. Sammy’s addicted, and he knows it. His attention span is short, like a 30-second TikTok. He spends hours scrolling through videos, liking random photos on Instagram, checking messages on Snapchat, reading tweets, jumping between apps like it’s a routine. From the moment he wakes up, he’s glued to that screen. TikTok, Instagram, Facebook, back to TikTok again. And it makes me think: this is the world we live in now. You look around a train, a café, or a park, and everyone’s lost inside their phones. People don’t talk like they used to. We used to share moments — now we just scroll through them.
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Doom Scroll
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I never thought I’d lose her like this. Not all at once, but in pieces. My grandmother was always the sharpest person I knew, the kind of woman who could tell you every date, every recipe, every family story like it was written on her skin. Now, at twenty-two, I sit by her side and watch her slip further into a fog. The first time I noticed it, she called me by my mother’s name. I laughed it off, said she must be tired. But then it kept happening. She’d look right at me, confusion in her eyes, and I’d realize she didn’t remember who I was in that moment. Do you know how much it hurts to look at the person who raised you and see that blankness? It feels like you’ve vanished from their world. She forgets little things. where she put her glasses, the name of her street, whether she’s already eaten lunch. But sometimes it’s bigger. She’ll start boiling water and then wander away, forgetting the stove is on. Or she’ll call me in a panic because she thinks someone has stolen her purse, only for me to find it hidden in the fridge. What breaks me the most is when she slips back into the past. She talks to me like I’m her sister, long gone. She tells me stories from sixty years ago. And I just sit there, nodding, pretending to be whoever she needs me to be. Because for those moments, she’s happy. And I’d rather be a stranger she loves than a granddaughter she can’t remember. But when it ends. when she suddenly realizes she doesn’t know where she is or why. I see the terror in her eyes. She clutches my hand and I feel helpless. Even if she doesn’t always know who I am, I know who she is. And I’ll keep reminding her, even if it breaks me. It is so painful to watch. It is heartbreaking. Even if we go to experts or reach out to people going through the same, you cant help it knowing the inevitable is coming. She will not be the same again, and eventually, we will completely lose her. Im sorry for everyone out there going through the same thing with their loved ones 💔💔💔
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لا يكتمل نومي الا بعد ان يجلس شخص يزن بين 55 الى 70 كيلوجراماً على صدري حتى اتعب ، ويستمر مفعول هذه الحركة لمدة اسبوعين تقريباً ومن ثم يختل النوم مجددًا حتى تتم العملية المذكورة مرة أخرى!
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करन अपने नवजात बेटे के पालने के पास चुपचाप बैठा था। उसका दिल प्यार से भरा था, लेकिन डर भी उतना ही गहरा था। हर बार जब बच्चा करवट बदलता, करन का दिल धड़क उठता — खर्चे, ज़िम्मेदारियाँ, भविष्य की चिंता सब एक साथ दिमाग़ में उमड़ने लगते। क्या वह अच्छा पिता बन पाएगा? क्या वह अपने बेटे को सही दिशा दे पाएगा? ये सवाल उसे अंदर ही अंदर तोड़ते थे। लेकिन जब उसके बेटे ने अपनी नन्ही उंगलियों से उसकी उंगली थामी, कुछ बदल गया। डर पूरी तरह गया नहीं, लेकिन उस प्यार ने उसे हिम्मत दी। करन ने महसूस किया — उसे सब जवाब अभी नहीं चाहिए, बस कोशिश करनी है, हर पल साथ रहना है। और यहीं से उसकी पितृत्व की यात्रा शुरू हुई।
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Im a very nervous flyer. Everytime I get on a plane, I get very anxious. Especially during turbulence. My hands start to sweat and I start looking outside the window. Note If I dont have a window seat. I go crazy. I'd rather sit in an Economy window seat rather Business class middle Aisle seat. My wife tries to talk to me to get my mind off of thinking about the plane but it doesnt work. Every second feels like an hour. You always look at the time and want to know when will we reach? How far is it? And it feels like forever.. My fear has become better Thank God over the years, but its still there.
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Hey everyone, Just wanted to share something I’ve been thinking about lately and see if anyone else feels the same. I’ve always considered myself an extrovert — I genuinely love being around people, social settings give me energy in the moment, and I thrive off good conversation. But then afterwards… I sometimes feel totally depleted. Not always, but often enough to notice it. It’s not just physical tiredness — it’s more like this mental spiral of “Did I overshare? Was I too much? Should I have said that differently?” And it leaves me feeling a little emotionally wiped out. That’s why I always joke that I’m an “introverted extrovert” — outgoing on the outside, but I really need solo time after socializing to recharge and reset. Just wondering if anyone else relates to this weird mix — enjoying people, but also needing space after? Would love to hear your thoughts. 😊
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Roughly around 3 a.m., Sameera woke gasping, heart racing, chest tight. Panic bloomed that was unseen, uninvited. She tiptoed to the kitchen, water shaking in her hand. The walls felt closer at night. Sitting cross-legged on the living room floor, wrapped in a blanket, she whispered, “Breathe.” Her own voice memo reminded her: You’ve survived this before. Slowly, her breath steadied. The terror didn’t vanish, but it loosened. By 4:15, she was still. Not cured from the situation but just surviving. And sometimes, that was enough.
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I always try to manage my time the best I can. And Whenever things to dont go according to plan, it disrupts the sequence of the other activities I have to do during the day. Lets take an example, If I have a meeting at 9 am then dentist appointment at 10 am then meeting a friend at 11 am. If my meeting goes a bit longer than it is suppose to then I will be late for my dentist appointment which in turn Ill be late for meeting with my friend. So it becomes a knock on effect. I always look at the clock and start worrying and not pay attention in the meeting. And thats what I mean with Anxiety of Time. Everything has to go according to plan..This time anxiety actually also affects my life at home or the time im relaxing. Even Im having a massage, Im thinking the massage must finish in an hour because I have to go see my family at 5 pm. So I end up not enjoying the so called "relaxing massage". I dont know how Im suppose to deal with this..can anyone relate?
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أنا أم وزوجه اعيش حياه جميله مليئه بالفرح الحمد والشكر لله، ولكن التشاؤم يدخل في حياتي اليوميه دائما. أتخيل المستقبل اسود، وانتظر بتوتر شي سيئ ان يحدث. لماذا لا أستطيع ان أعيش حياتي من غير التفكير المبالغ فيه. اقضي يومي بتوتر دائم ولا أستطيع الاستمتاع في الأشياء الحاليه من شدة التفكير. احتاج حلا لهذة الأزمه اليوميه. هل هناك من يشعر بنفس شعوري ؟ لماذا أنسى أجمل مافي الحياه وأركز على الخطر الذي لم يحصل بعد ؟ وممكن ان لن يحصل أبدا
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Angela is 11 years old and loves to win. School felt like a constant competition, and second place felt like failure. One day, after crying over a spelling test, her parents took her to see the school counselor, Ms. Ramirez. There, Angela learned that doing her best mattered more than being the best. She discovered calming strategies, started journaling, and even helped classmates instead of racing them. When she came third in the science fair, she smiled and said, “I’m proud—I had fun.” Angela was still competitive, but now she was also confident, balanced and kinder to herself and that was the real win.
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أبلغ من العمر ستة وثلاثين عاما، لكنني أشعر في معظم الأيام وكأنني أحمل مائة عام على ظهري. أستيقظ متعبا، حتى بعد النوم. اجبر بنفسي على الذهاب الي العمل. أجلس في الاجتماعات، وأومئ برأسي عندما يجب، لكنني في الداخل في مكان آخر، فارغ. كنت أحب الموسيقى، والجري، وحتى الطبخ. الآن، الجيتار في الزاوية يتراكم عليه الغبار، ولا أتذكر آخر مرة شعرت فيها بالحماس تجاه أي شيء. الليالي هي الأسوأ. وأنا مستيقظ، أفكر في كيف يبدو أن كل من في سني يتقدمون، يبنون حياتهم، بينما أنا عالق في نفس المكان. لا أحد يعلم حقا. أصدقائي يعتقدون أنني مشغول، ووالداي يعتقدان أنني بخير. لقد أصبحت بارعا في إخفاء مشاعري لا أعرف ماذا أفعل
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