Thank you. I try to be mature but I don't want to be. I'm scared of it. When I was working out, I felt great. That was probably the best I've felt in a long time, but like I said, I feel like there's no time. When I first started I was on 10mg of Lexapro, I was exercising regularly and eating well. I lost like 60 pounds and I was on top of the world. Like I said though, I had to work on my volunteering and now I gotta get a job and grow up. I don't know how to do it. I have a plan for the future, but I don't like the idea of it.
The main reason is, I come from a very close family. I live with my single mother (meaning I never had a father figure), and I live about 15-20 minutes away from my grandma, cousins, uncles, aunts...everyone. I love them more than anything. I don't want to grow away from them. I feel like when I grow up, I have to move on, won't get to see them as much, etc. THAT honestly is my biggest fear. The thing is, I don't fear for any of their health's (besides my mothers, but even she's relatively young and pretty much healthy), I just fear not being able to spend time with them while they are here. It's making me tear up while I sit here typing this. That's why I hate this, because out of all of them the oldest is one of my 55 year old uncles, and I see him the least. I have absolutely no reason to expect them to leave me any time soon. I only get to see them (besides my grandma, I see her a lot more) on holidays, which is like 4-5 times a year. When I eventually do have to move out, I fully intend to stay within 10-15 minutes of everyone. They're the only thing that keeps me going when I feel like this, but ironically they're why I feel like this.
But even now, everything's changing. My grandma is getting older, so she might be moving in with my uncle, and I grew up in her house. I spent at least half of my life there, and then if she does move, like I said, I only see my uncles on holidays mostly, so I'd only see her on holidays. I could make it a point to still see her a lot, but me and my uncle aren't close like that. We care for each other, like each other, get along well and enjoy each others company. I don't see him a lot though so it'd be weird to just pop in with no reason for doing it. Also his daughter (my cousin) is 21 years old, but when we were little we were best friends. We saw each other ALL the time. She would come over almost every weekend and spend them with me and my mom. However she's in college now in a state away (which I've accepted very easily for some reason, no complaints) but now I fear she moves away and I never get to see her anymore.
The other person in my life is my non-related best friend (we might as well be), and he's already talking about moving all the way to California once he's 18 (in 5 months). We're in Kansas. There's no way we end up seeing each other maybe more than a few times a year.
So in conclusion if you survived that whole rant, I don't want to move away from everyone. I know there's plenty of time to worry about losing them when that time comes, but it just won't go away. That's GAD for you.
As for therapy, I've seen two people, sort of. Same office, but she has a temporary fill in when she's not available (I was equally fond of both). The time at the office seemed to work, and helped me feel better, but as soon as I went home and tried to do exercises, I would break down. That's one of the ways I went and volunteered. They set it up to where I could start to experience the responsibility of working at a cafeteria since food related businesses are probably one of my more likely first jobs. I had a great time, and even when I volunteered myself, I had a great time. It's weird how much social anxiety I DON'T have. I love being around people, and being out. That's probably another reason I love being with my whole family. Anyway, I had to make a choice (no job = less money) to either leave therapy or leave medication, and therapy was still iffy so I chose to stick with what was proven to work. That was when I started working out along with my medication and everything got better. About a year later, here I am. Worse than ever and crying while I type this novel. I don't even know if it's worth reading, but if you do, thank you for caring more than most.