Wow. I am in awe of these replies. Firebird, especially, what a poignant, insightful understanding you have of where I'm at. It's so hard to explain to anyone who doesn't have anxiety - or at least someone with anxiety in their lives - about the dilemma I face.
Here's the thing. I'd walk through hot coals to be with him. But even more than that, I'd walk through molten coals to see him get better. Even if at the other side of it we didn't end up together for whatever reason, I'd just be so happy to see him still his mind and stop being so tormented by this beast that engulfs him. He doesn't deserve to feel like this. You're right, it's NOT him. He is not his anxiety. It's literally like this demon that sits on his chest and in his mind and controls him by remote. He even talks of feeling disassociated from his true self, like he's watching someone else disintegrate from a distance. The way I interpret that is that it's almost like the buzzing and torment in his mind is so great that he's forced to split himself into two separate people and observe it from a afar or he won't be able to stand it. Do you think I'm on the right track there? Does anyone else feel like that sometimes?
ocdengineer - I think what you say is the clincher. If he's willing to try every treatment necessary to get a handle on things, then I'm willing to be there for him and help him with it as best I can. But if he's not, then there's just no point. And he wavers between the two - sometimes he's so cowed and bruised by the hell this condition puts him through that he's willing to do whatever he has to to get better. But then a well-meaning friend or meditation expert or someone like that says, "You just need to relax. You just need to stop overthinking things." Then that gives him permission to think that perhaps that's all he needs to do. Just relax. And of course he can't and then it gets worse.
Then, his psychiatrist has suggested things like stronger meds (the ones he's on now don't seem to be working) or even hospitalisation. And of course he hears that and goes, "Clearly I'm a complete mental case, I'm insane. By committing to these really intense therapies, I must be truly ready for the nuthouse." And that thought terrifies him so much that he runs back to the people who are telling him that all he has to do is relax, because at least they're telling him that he's not so bad after all, he just needs to take a few deep breaths and light some incense and he'll be fine. I'm certain that the medication is the real key here. He's tried everything else, but the meds seem to really petrify him. He wants to believe that the easy road will solve things - not because he's scared to commit to the hard road, but because it destroys him to think that he's "so bad", in his words, that he needs the strongest possible options. I understand that. It must be terrifying.
I guess I just need to press on for a while - perhaps I give myself a private time limit? And if, in that time, I feel he's really been making every effort to find an effective treatment, then I hang in there. If I feel he's still burying his head in the sand and I'm putting myself through a ringer of pain that is too much for me to cope with, then I guess I have to preserve myself and take a step back.
Thank you so much for all your helpful replies. I'd appreciate everyone continuing to add any advice or experience they can. I think I'm going to need all the help I can get. :)
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