Is this a disorder?

Please, I need help before I lose my mind. This stuff has been happening to me for about a year now, but it’s only recently that it clicked for me—that maybe this isn't right, and it definitely isn't normal.

I feel like these bizarre, inexplicable things are physically happening inside my body. It feels like nettles are growing inside my veins, and the only way to prune them back would be to cut my wrists, which I won't do because I don't want to die. Then there are these leeches attached to my lungs, making it harder and harder to breathe. I realized this because I keep gasping for air, feeling this intense sensation of being suffocated. On top of that, I constantly feel things crawling all over me, but when I look at the spot where I felt the movement, there’s nothing there.😕

I've overheard people saying the FBI is tracking me, and now I'm terrified to even leave my house for fear of being caught. These same people are constantly badmouthing me and spreading rumors behind my back.

Up until recently, I thought this was just how life worked, but then it hit me that not everyone experiences this, so maybe it isn't normal after all. The thing is, I absolutely refuse to see a psychiatrist.
Is this some kind of disorder, and if so, what could it be? Please, someone help me; I can't keep living like this.😢😢😢

Look, unless you're just being a Troll, I’d honestly say go talk to a professional for your own sake. It might really help.

I’ve also gotta ask—why are you so dead-set against seeing a psychiatrist? Is it just the fear of getting a diagnosis or something?

silverheron91 said:Look, unless you're just being a Troll, I’d honestly say go talk to a professional for your own sake. It might really help.

I’ve also gotta ask—why are you so dead-set against seeing a psychiatrist? Is it just the fear of getting a diagnosis or something?

What do you mean by "troll"?
The reason I don't want to see a psychiatrist is because I'm worried they'll misinterpret my situation and prescribe meds I don't actually need. Plus, I don't want people looking at me like I've lost it just because I went to see one.🙄

stormymason5 said:What do you mean by "troll"?
The reason I don't want to see a psychiatrist is because I'm worried they'll misinterpret my situation and prescribe meds I don't actually need. Plus, I don't want people looking at me like I've lost it just because I went to see one.🙄

My bad

1. Look, psychiatrists are actual professionals trained for this—they aren't gonna hand you something that’s gonna mess you up.

2. And honestly, if you need meds, you need them. You aren't exactly a doctor or a specialist, so you can't really know for sure unless you've spent years in med school.

3. Also, who cares what people think? Seriously. Nobody's gonna know unless you tell them.

This is a Troll 😂

Is my blood turning into nettles? 🙏🙏🙏🤣

stormymason5 said:What do you mean by "troll"?
The reason I don't want to see a psychiatrist is because I'm worried they'll misinterpret my situation and prescribe meds I don't actually need. Plus, I don't want people looking at me like I've lost it just because I went to see one.🙄

A Troll? That’s basically just someone who lives to mess with people by spinning these ridiculous, fake narratives just to feed their own ego. It’s all a game to them. Honestly, if you're feeling lost, just remember: Google is your best friend.

Misinterpreting it? Trust me, a psychiatrist isn't just some random person off the street. Seeing one means you're sitting down with a highly trained, seasoned pro whose entire job is to help you get through it. It's like going to a specialist doctor when something feels off—you're looking for expertise, plain and simple.

Look, people are out here claiming the FBI is breathing down your neck. Honestly? I think they’re just messing with you because everyone can clearly tell something feels a little... off.

Nettles in your veins and leeches in your lungs? Seriously, you sound like you’re teetering right on that razor-thin line between totally sane and completely unhinged. Look, I’m saying this because I actually care: please go talk to a professional. I’m genuinely worried you might end up doing something drastic to yourself.

brightangler18 said:My bad

1. Look, psychiatrists are actual professionals trained for this—they aren't gonna hand you something that’s gonna mess you up.

2. And honestly, if you need meds, you need them. You aren't exactly a doctor or a specialist, so you can't really know for sure unless you've spent years in med school.

3. Also, who cares what people think? Seriously. Nobody's gonna know unless you tell them.

Look, I get that they’re professionals, but I’m terrified of being misunderstood. I’ve never been great at explaining myself, and honestly, I’m pretty introverted. There's just this heavy sense of shame about reaching out and asking for help.😢 👎

stormymason5 said:Look, I get that they’re professionals, but I’m terrified of being misunderstood. I’ve never been great at explaining myself, and honestly, I’m pretty introverted. There's just this heavy sense of shame about reaching out and asking for help.😢 👎

If you aren't joking—and you probably are, because if you were serious, you'd be in a mental ward instead of typing here 😉—then go see a psychiatrist. I don't get why you'd feel ashamed. You have a massive issue that's way beyond the norm, and I highly doubt you can keep living like this.

look, it's pretty obvious you don't have weeds or leeches living inside you—that's just physically impossible, and honestly, you would've been dead a long time ago if it were true

you really should go see a psychiatrist or something. They'll get what's going on—they study this stuff, they've seen patients dealing with the exact same things before
if you don't reach out for some help, things are probably just gonna get worse, trust me

silverheron91 said:A Troll? That’s basically just someone who lives to mess with people by spinning these ridiculous, fake narratives just to feed their own ego. It’s all a game to them. Honestly, if you're feeling lost, just remember: Google is your best friend.

Misinterpreting it? Trust me, a psychiatrist isn't just some random person off the street. Seeing one means you're sitting down with a highly trained, seasoned pro whose entire job is to help you get through it. It's like going to a specialist doctor when something feels off—you're looking for expertise, plain and simple.

Look, people are out here claiming the FBI is breathing down your neck. Honestly? I think they’re just messing with you because everyone can clearly tell something feels a little... off.

Nettles in your veins and leeches in your lungs? Seriously, you sound like you’re teetering right on that razor-thin line between totally sane and completely unhinged. Look, I’m saying this because I actually care: please go talk to a professional. I’m genuinely worried you might end up doing something drastic to yourself.

I don't know if people realize something is wrong. I've never actually seen them; I just hear them whispering behind my back, but when I turn around, there's nobody there.

I really wouldn't know how to explain this to a psychiatrist, and honestly, I'm too ashamed.

How can you say I'm on the edge between normal and crazy? Do you think I have some kind of dangerous disorder?😕😢

This isn't just a line between sanity and madness; we’ve completely blown past any reasonable boundary.
Oh my god, please stop treating serious matters like some kind of joke or a battlefield! Have you no shame?

Girl, these visions of leeches, nettles, and the FBI are getting out of hand—honestly, you really NEED to go see a psychiatrist before you end up hurting yourself, seriously.
Just drop the shame and do something for yourself. Like, tomorrow. Right away.

Matthew Harris24 said:If you aren't joking—and you probably are, because if you were serious, you'd be in a mental ward instead of typing here 😉—then go see a psychiatrist. I don't get why you'd feel ashamed. You have a massive issue that's way beyond the norm, and I highly doubt you can keep living like this.

I'm not joking. I have no idea what basis anyone would have to commit me to a hospital in New York City; nobody even knows about this, and even if they did, that alone isn't enough to get someone institutionalized.
I really don't think it's severe enough to warrant a trip to a psychiatrist.
Clearly, I can manage, considering I've been living like this for a year already. It's just that I've only recently started wondering if this is actually as normal as I originally thought.

stormymason5 said:I don't know if people realize something is wrong. I've never actually seen them; I just hear them whispering behind my back, but when I turn around, there's nobody there.

I really wouldn't know how to explain this to a psychiatrist, and honestly, I'm too ashamed.

How can you say I'm on the edge between normal and crazy? Do you think I have some kind of dangerous disorder?😕😢

The answer to your question is in bold.

Oh my god, it sounds like things are playing tricks on you. Have you opened up to your parents or your friends about any of this?
When did you first start noticing these hallucinations, and what made you wait so long to take it seriously?

honestly, I’m starting to think this is just some troll

Oh my god, if you honestly think this isn't terrifying, then you’re just living in denial.
Trust me, if this were actually happening to you, you wouldn't have lasted a single day. 🙄

Oh my god!

brightangler18 said:honestly, I’m starting to think this is just some troll

That took you a while to figure out, 😁 🙂

Btw, I have to admit they have a great sense of humor. Gave me a good laugh.😬

stormymason5 said:I'm not joking. I have no idea what basis anyone would have to commit me to a hospital in New York City; nobody even knows about this, and even if they did, that alone isn't enough to get someone institutionalized.
I really don't think it's severe enough to warrant a trip to a psychiatrist.
Clearly, I can manage, considering I've been living like this for a year already. It's just that I've only recently started wondering if this is actually as normal as I originally thought.

Honestly, the scariest part is that you don't even realize how heavy this is.

It feels like you’ve lost your bearings a bit—like you can't quite tell where "normal" ends and things start getting concerning.

brightangler18 said:look, it's pretty obvious you don't have weeds or leeches living inside you—that's just physically impossible, and honestly, you would've been dead a long time ago if it were true

you really should go see a psychiatrist or something. They'll get what's going on—they study this stuff, they've seen patients dealing with the exact same things before
if you don't reach out for some help, things are probably just gonna get worse, trust me

I've had them inside me for a long time now and I haven't died yet, but everything is just getting worse by the day. It's driving me insane, and honestly, I'm terrified people will just laugh at me if I actually try to talk about it.

hey mods, maybe move this over to the trash culture section
thanks ☕