Not him but I'll tell you a brief story about myself if you don't mind reading it. Maybe it'll help.
I spent years ruminating on my flaws, I knew I needed to get help. One sad day in high school I was fed up. I came home and told my mom that I was constantly anxious. I told her I wanted help. She listened and told me she would set up an appointment. It never happened. I could have continued to pester her about it but of course I was too anxious to really drive home the severity of my problems. So I continued on in my depressed complacency.
Then last year I injured myself at work. I had to go to the doctor for the first time in a long time to get stitches removed from my leg. At this point in my life I did nothing but work, eat, and sleep. I would have been completely miserable if it weren't for the fact that I had work to keep me occupied. After the appointment was over she asked if I had any other concerns and in a surprising onset of emotion, I told her I was depressed. She asked me about my social life. I told her I didn't have one. She asked me about relationships. Never had any. I was humiliated. I denied further help and ran. Fast forward to today and I feel awful. I transferred to university and spend my days hiding from people. I developed a drinking problem because the thought of interaction without alcohol terrifies me. I'm failing school because I can't focus and procrastinate on everything. I hate my life.
Don't run. That's my point in telling you this. Had I been honest when first disclosing my issues back then, maybe I wouldn't be in this position today. I have wasted years of my life because I didn't want to deal with everything that comes along with treatment. If you think you need help, PLEASE go talk to someone. If they don't help you talk to someone else. Don't give up, this is your only life. It took me hitting the bottom to see just how much I've ruined. I'm making an appointment ASAP. Hopefully you can do the same.