Okay girls well in case you don't know I am extremely obessive compulsive. I developed this when I broke up with my fiancee about four years ago. I developed really bad anxiety, stomach/bowel problems (sorry tmi) and all kinds of crap. Plus I have suffered from depression my whole life(anger turned inward).
Well, I used to be obsessive about my house being clean. I mean, freakin clean. You could eat off of the toilet (if you really wanted too

)and I was also very ocd about my job. I was the best employee they could have ever had. I just had an attitude because I got mad at everyone else for not doing anything.
Anyway, I got medicated for my anxiety about four years ago and became a completely lazy piece of poopy. I just thought I was useless and never realized it was from my medication. I mean, I quit my job, quit school, quit paying my bills. I just gave up.
Well, I just went off of zoloft about a month ago. I am so angry at everyone and everything!
I cannot eat. I mean, I can and I do because I have to, but urgh.
I got a breakfast burrito value meal from mcdonald's today (because I was running late). I was driving down the road and eating it when I bit into something hard. I have no idea what it was, nor do I want to know, but it took everything I had not to throw up. I mean, even two hours later in class I almost threw up just thinking about it.
Plus, and here is the big thing. My mother is a doing it slob. I mean, her hair always ends up everywhere and I mean everywhere! Even in the kitchen

and I really, really, really super hate hair!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She walks around the house (like she is doing right now) in a shirt and underwear. She sits right in this room with me when I am trying to study/read/watch t.V or do this, and talks my freakin ear off! I don't care!!!!!!!!!!!I hate to say it, but why is it my job to be her only friend? I am sorry that she doesn't have any friends but how is that my problem? My dad left her last year after 30 years of marriage (and this is the only reason I moved home from myrtle beach anyway). I am the only one of her kids that feels that I need to be here for her. I am just afraid she will kill herself.
I mean, she was abused as a child and has every right to be the way that she is. Her parents made her work the farm until all hours of the night, never went to any of her school functions, didn't feed her and beat her. I honestly think she was also sexually abused. So, I can understand that she is depressed/lonely and that she doesn't want to do any housework whatsoever.
But, oooh. Girls, I seriously cannot live here any longer!!!!!!!!!I will go crazy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I need out!!!!!!!!!!!!But, I cannot find a job and cannot find an apartment until I have a job, and I just am so stressed out.
I need to lose weight anyway, but I don't want to do it by starving myself. However, the longer I live here the harder it is for me to eat anything at all.
Sorry this is so long. I am so desperate right now! I cannot take it!