I'm in a position where my anxiety problems (diagnosed general/social anxiety) don't let me work, study, or even go outside on my own. I live with my brother, who doesn't believe in mental disorders. My friends have all moved across the country for school and so my only other contacts are my parents and my brother's friends, who also don't believe in mental disorders.

My brother frequently forgets to go grocery shopping a few days and tries to pin the blame on me. My options are often limited to cans of chick peas, pasta sauce, and rice. I'm on a disability support program which doesn't give enough money to afford rent, food, and utility, let alone social workers or therapy. Its taken 2 years and I've finally convinced my brother to find a psychiatrist for me. I was recently perscribed cipralex by a family doctor, but it's only been a few days so I don't know if it'll work for me yet. The good news is this welfare program covers medications and dental work.

I actually don't think there is a solution to my problem, but I have no one to talk to. I used to be anorexic because I couldn't get food, but at least now my brother buys enough food for me to be mostly-okay, and paying for martial arts. So there is that.

I lose more and more faith in other people and I'm becoming progressively more cynical. I'm more depressed and more anxious. My brother doesn't want to live with me anymore and I'll have to live by myself, possibly with roommates, but he isn't willing to pay for social workers. I have a BF but I'm not sure he believes in mental disorders either.

I don't know what to do anymore.

I've been diagnosed with sever anxiety/sever depression, my family also doesn't believe in mental disorders.

I agree, it is hell...worse than hell. I understand it hurts your family and loved ones to be around you when you're like this. But its not your fault! This is literally a sickness. A chemical imbalance in your brain. Anxiety and Depression is not something you can wish away. Its like trying to wish away Asthma, you just can't...

I'm glad you finally convinced your brother, it took me years to talk to my family about it. I finally spoke to a counselor and she pointed me in the direction of cheap medications.

If you spoke to someone, I say go ahead and start the medications and stay on them. My counselor told me it would take 2 weeks before i even started noticing anything was different. Just give the meds time, don't give up!

Between that, I try to eat healthy (which i see you're having trouble with), take long hot baths, listen to rain on the computer or soft soothing music, and work out...which...it helps some...but its kinda hard to do atm for me since ive got some broken bones.

But just wait for the meds to sink in, don't give up...

- I'm mostly depressed because most of my life has been wasted. I wanted to compete in martial arts but I'm only getting older. It's just... cliche to say it but it's just not fair... if people had cared the way they usually care about their family or their friends, I could be competing. I could be doing something with my life but I feel like now it's too late.

I just think at best I'm going to live an OK life where I'm doing things that are mildly interesting instead of following my passions... and well I know this is how most people live their lives but for some reason this just feels especially shitty to me.

Maybe the meds will help. I don't know...

Hun, you're never too old to do something. My grandmother just started crossfit and shes in her 70s.

I know how you're feeling, I really do. But thats a lot of the depression talking.

Just wait for the meds to kick in, don't give up! I know its hard.