I’ve been dealing with depression and anxiety for a few years, with them getting increasingly worse. Now I seem to be developing anger issues or something. I feel like i’m always on the verge of tears already, but when something that might bother someone happens to me, I freak out. I burst into tears uncontrollably, (not like sobbing, theyre just streaming down my face) and i get so mad at the person. i try to contain it and in my head i see myself doing the most violent things. If my anger is directed at one person, i see myself beating the s**t out of them or stabbing them to death, its always really violent. Sometimes i just feel angry and whoevers sitting in front of me, i just imagine myself grabbing their hair and slamming them onto the ground and beating them up. The other day when i was told i was grounded (for illegitimate reasons, which is why i was angry) i went out of the room and i just saw myself with a metal bar in my hands destroying my house, banging holes in the wall, breaking all the glass, throwing chairs across the room, i finally grabbed a knife and cut myself. I know thats bad, but thats nott what this is about. is the mental stuff at least semi normal? its always realy vivid, like it were actually happening.

I had posted a version of this question awhile ago while I was still a high school student, but now as I am a college student much has changed. Yet, at times I feel that rather than truly changing I have adopted two different personalities that at certain times clash. What I was before and what I am now is quite a dilemma. So my question is, how do you feel about me before, how do you feel about me now, and how do you think I should integrate my characteristics together? *[Info in brackets indicate me now]*

So, I’ve always been commented for the way I dress, my personality, intelligence, and so on but I’ve never really found that special person who can keep me interested. Sure people come and go, but there always seems to be a lack of that one girl that I can stick with.

If I had to classify myself I would say that I was somewhat "metrosexual", a bit of a nerd, ambitious, humorous but not a class clown, conservative morals.

"Metrosexual" – So yes, I do care how my appearance and my hygiene quite a bit. I was raised in a traditional family so my dressing style has always been preppy, some would say classy, others would say on the verge of homosexual. I would say I dress between a mix of classic, traditional preppy and urban lifestyle preppy. By metrosexual I mean I do care about how I dress, how my hair looks, I use hair products, facial cleansers, cologne. I try my best to keep clean—I am slightly a neat freak—and stay fresh, I follow a nutrition plan and work out at the gym. But I am not extreme, I do not get manicures and pedicures. I do occasionally pick up a copy of Men’s Health, Gentlemen’s Quarterly, or Vogue.

[The past year I have been slacking up much more in my dress code. Because of the college environment I often find myself dressed in sweat pants, a tee, and tennis shoes, but at the same time I continue to dress the way I did before. It troubles some of my friends as they wonder why the drastic difference from day to day and remind me that "dressing up" (which to me is not) is not normal in college. I feel as though I lose a part of myself and my integrity when I dress so poorly.]

Nerd & Ambitious – One of the most important goals of mine is to get into Harvard Medical School and become a cosmetic surgeon, followed by getting an MBA from Harvard Business School. I envision a life helping others and hopefully having time to spend some summers in 3rd world countries to donate money and participate in humanitarian aid groups. I am not ashamed of spending hours studying, volunteering, interning, but I know how to have fun, although I would prefer playing sports to binge drinking and random sex (although I’ve had my fair share of drinking games). [My goals stay the same, but being introduced to the college life as a Freshman I have turned much more into the party boy I did not envision myself as. I find myself going to the bars, frat parties, house parties, etc. on the weekends and occasionally Thursdays and Fridays. I have become much more social than before and have been encountering situations that come along with the active nightlife that I did not want to happen before. Regardless I am somewhat enjoying this new mixture of study and play. Unfortunately, at the same time it is taking away from my time to just have some "me" time or to participate in other activities.]

Humorous – I would say I am a light hearted humorous person but I am not the class clown and I can be serious but funny depending on the situation. [I have dramatic changed from being subtle in humour to being very outspoken in any situation and being a comedian when I can. Don't get me wrong, I do not act like an idiot, but I do bring the fun whenever I can. As before, I would be more or less on the sidelines.]

Conservative morals – I’m not the type of person who will get shitfaced the night before class nor am I into random hook ups. I am not attracted to "hot" girls but would rather use beautiful, pretty, or gorgeous, I don’t know if this makes sense. My sense of fun is probably different from a lot of college students, I would rather go sailing, sitting by the fireplace, sitting on a train going through the fields of tuscany, visiting the luvre, or sitting down by the sand watching the sunset than to go to a party. [These morals have been troubling me lately. As mentioned I have been partying and going out and encountering everything that comes along with that. Essentially looking at this I have broken many of my morals, but emotionally now it is a mixture of liking what I am doing and yet wanting to stick to my beliefs.]

I appreciate nature, luxury cars, art, architecture, furniture (particularly victorian and french). I greatly enjoy cooking, a typical activity associated with women. I occupy a lot of my time playing sports and working out. I do enjoy simple things such as movies, hanging out here and there, going to the pool, whatever, but I prefer doing big exciting or adventurous activities. [All
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I appreciate nature, luxury cars, art, architecture, furniture (particularly victorian and french). I greatly enjoy cooking, a typical activity associated with women. I occupy a lot of my time playing sports and working out. I do enjoy simple things such as movies, hanging out here and there, going to the pool, whatever, but I prefer doing big exciting or adventurous activities. [All of this is still true, but as we all know there are only 24 hours in a day. As I think about it I feel as though a lot of my time is consumed by social activities on top of studies. Although it is quite enjoyable to be "in the scene" so to say, it is also very demanding and I feel as though I cannot find a balance between doing everything I like to do and being part of something with everyone else around me.]

I would still like to know what everyone thinks about how I was before, how I am now, and how I should pull my life together.
I wasn’t joking about a very long, serious read.
I don’t expect to get many more answers, but just a few notes to give a better picture.

Yes, I know my dreams are ambitious. I am 100% willing to go through my undergrad, graduate, residency, and practice time. My business goals are linked with my profession as a cosmetic surgeon so it is not two entirely different careers.

I have had PMDD for several years. After I had my son in 2008, it got incredibly worse. I am in the middle of my cycle (I ovulated 2 days ago) . 2 weeks before my period, the symptoms start. And today was no exception.

This morning my husband got up late so I cold not take a shower while he watched the baby. Then, the baby wouldn’t eat. I flipped. I told my husband to F off and was really irritated with my son. Then I was fine. I played with the baby, ate lunch and napped while the baby napped. Then my son refused to eat again. I lost it. I called my husband at work and ordered him to come home. I put the tv on and let the baby play while I sat there on the verge of tears. Then I was fine. I started cleaning the kitchen, rearranged some furniture and was even joking with my husband over instant messanger. Then my son would not eat his snack and my husband was home late from work. When he got home, I told him that I was going to leave them both. I said that I didn’t care what happened to them. I stormed into our room and threw my purse on the ground, jumped in bed and started pouting. And here I am.

Before you judge me too harshly, know that I had no control over myself. It sounds ridiculous, I know. But, I went from content to raging in a matter of seconds. As I lay here now, I wish I was dead. Guilt and shame don’t begin to describe how I feel. Such horrible things came out of my mouth. I felt insane. I still do. I’ve been starving myself as a punishment because I feel like I deserve to suffer for putting my son and husband on a rollercoaster through hell.

I’ve got a precsription for YAZ and started the pack just now. I am thinking about asking my OB if he can remove my ovaries. Today was the start of 2 full weeks of this crap. About 2 days after my period starts, the pmdd is gone. Completely gone.

My husband and I got an Australian Shepherd and had no problem house breaking her (she is over a year now), but she seemed lonely while we were gone and we decided to get her a friend. We picked up a 3 month old Border collie from the humane society thinking same size, intelligence, energy level, and so on. This puppy has given us the worst time of my life for the passed 2 months with housebreaking and overall training issues. I’m on the verge of getting rid of him, even though I would never have considered it before.
First off we’ve learned we cannot crate him because he simply will not have it. He whines, yelps, barks, throws up, pees, poops, digs at the bars and plastic, and this can go on for the entire night until we get up to let him out. This behavior continued for a week until we decided it was not fair to us to lose sleep over, and got rid of the crate.
Since we’ve started letting him stay in his own bed at the foot of our bed he does very well. He will sleep the entire night through without having any accidents, and will not try to jump on the bed or anything. As soon as we lay down he lays in his bed and goes to sleep. In the morning however when he decides it’s time to wake up he sits next to the bed and whines so I get up with him to let him out. If I don’t he throws up.
He seems to have the attitude that if he doesn’t get what he wants, he leaves presents for you around the house. If I go out to check the mail and don’t let him follow me, he pees on the couch, the bed, and on the kitchen rugs. If I don’t let him follow me into every room he leaves a puddle right outside the door that I’ve shut. If I don’t feed him dinner at 5 pm exactly, he pees. (We live on a military base and the songs go off that the dogs hear for their cues to eat dinner.) If I try to trim his nails he bites, which isn’t very hard since he’s so small, but still.
I’ve researched a lot on separation anxiety, and I followed steps there, but it doesn’t seem to help either. I tried not letting the dog follow me, but I gave up on that one because I need to watch him constantly. I don’t pay attention to him when he whines at me for attention. I praise him for appropriate behavior such as lying down on the floor, playing with his own toys, etc. I reward the dog every time he goes outside.
We don’t allow the dog on the furniture at all, but he gets up there when we’re gone. I realize I should lock him up while we’re gone, but if I do lock him up, I have to understand that there will be more holes of paint and drywall missing from wherever I lock him up, and if no t that, then also torn up furniture, carpeting, papers, or anything he can find.
I let my dog out at least every 2 hours because he is 5 months old, he runs out, goes to the bathroom runs a little, goes to the bathroom again, and then comes back in. He doesn’t always give me signals when he needs to go out so I have to follow the schedule.
Sometimes he pees himself while lying on the floor and try to hide it. He lies on top of his pee and licks himself to clean it off. I’ve scolded him when I caught him peeing and I put him outside immediately, and reward him for going outside. Back inside I make him watch me clean up the mess while telling him in a lower voice that he does not pee in the house, which he will sit there with his ears back just watching.
I’ve also tried scaring him into not peeing, but yelling very loudly and startling him when I catch him peeing on the couch or the bed, but that doesn’t work either.
I just don’t think a dog should make my life so conditional, especially since the other dog is so well behaved. I like the dog; he can be cute and fun to have around, and I don’t feel right giving up on him because his behavior needs adjusting, but I need some advice here.

In 1988 Hastings was a federal judge. He was convicted by the senate of conspiring to accepts bribes. (A particular type of conviction that didn’t bar him from holding future office) This required a majority vote of the senate and the evidence was clear that he was willing to sell leniency for cash. Pelosi herself voted to convict. Now she is on the verge of appointing him to one of the most sensitive positions a congressional rep can hold. How can anyone justify this ????

Our new puppy (who has been with us for 2 weeks) is a pain in our butts,(husband and I), she has runny stools (she is going to the vet today, I know she has worms) and she has actually pooped on our bed. So we make her sleep in the kitchen with a baby gate up with access to food and water and toys. Problem- SHE WON’T SLEEP and CRIES ALL NIGHT LONG. We have tried a ticking clock, puppy heated bed, white noise, dog silent trainer, water bottle, and a can with pennies in it…

Our neighbors are fed up, my husband and I are on the verge of a meltdown (I may be pregnant, and he works early and needs sleep and s do I)

We have a pug and poodle now who have always been angels, never had this problem because they knew that the bed is for sleeping and not for pooping.

The puppy has also ruined out house with her runny poop…

What would you do? She is on the verge on getting my husband and I to fight and snapp at each other,

PLEASE HELP ME! I’m at a loss…