I don't have anyone at this time to turn to so I figured this would be the best place to come to get this off of my chest because it's affecting my workday.

To start with a short background. I've been suffering from severe anxiety issues, panic attacks, and codependency issues that I've been going to therapy for the past year. It's been so severe that it's caused myself to isolate and keep really tight boundaries.

It's only until now that I'm starting to make some progress but the issue I'm about to go into is really driving me insane.

About a month ago I had some new neighbors move into the apartment right next to mine. Overall they were pretty quite expect for two incidents where I hear the resident beat his dog. I was in the kitchen one evening and all of a sudden I hear this big BOOM, dog starts crying, and I hear the resident yell IT WAS YOUR ****ING FAULT! A week passed and around 2:30 in the morning I awoke to the same situation where the owner hit his dog loud enough for me to hear it, he yells at the dog, and the dog was crying like crazy.

Moving on two weeks ago this resident ended up getting a sound system for his entertainment center and had a few people over. The noise was loud but bearable. Over the past week it just kept getting worse and worse until last Saturday I had a enough. I was to emotionally wound up to confront the resident in a peaceful manner so I ended up calling the front office to file a noise complaint.

I'm not sure if the front office of my complex actually called at that time but the noise just kept getting worse and worse. Then on Sunday evening I came home and this resident was having a HUGE party. Everyone was drunk and obnoxious and the music was so loud it sounded like a freaking night club in my apartment. Finally I heard someone from upstairs walk down and then the music stopped. This was around midnight. Then I heard a fight that almost broke out which involved the resident that beat his dog on two different occasions.

Monday came around and I didn't get a chance to call the front office again to file a complaint. So I just let it play out to see how it would go. Monday was annoying but bearable, Tuesday was dead quite, Wednesday was worse, and last night was pure ****ing hell.

I came home around 6:30 and from that time until midnight the sound just kept getting worse and worse. I turned up my TV to drown out the noise, that didn't help. I tried wearing earplugs, that didn't help. I even put my headphones on and turned my volume on my iPod up and that didn't even help.

I was even went on my balcony with the sliding door closed because for a moment I thought it was just me and I could still hear his sound system at insane levels. What was pissing me off even more is the fact that it didn't seem to bother anyone else in the complex. I felt like it was me and this neighbor from hell that were the only two residents that were living there.

I awoke this morning and felt awful. I was extremely pissed off that this was happening and fearful of any retribution on the other residents part if I try to deal with this situation. That's when the anxiety and panic started to set in.
I got into work and I can't focus for ****. I even tried reaching for the phone to call the front office of my complex and my hand was shaking several times. Finally I said **** IT and ended up calling and talking with the lead manager.

Now that this phone call is done and the lead manager has been informed. I'm terrified of going home now. My manager said that she wouldn't mention my name and stated that she would say that she has received several complaints. But if the resident is smart enough it would be common deduction to conclude that I'm the one that called.

I'm angry at this resident, I'm angry at myself for letting this get to me, and I'm afraid of any conflict that may transpire now when I end up going home. It makes me feel less of a man and I'm going nuts with all of these anxious thoughts going through my head.

Anyways, I'll end my rant there. I'll be shocked if you've read up to this point but I'm thankful I had at least a place like this where I could get this off my chest.

Any comments, thoughts, advice are welcome.