I was officially diagnosed with GAD back in like, May, or something like that. I did the whole therapy thing, they wanted me to try drugs, but I am trying to do this drug free. Honestly, I haven’t lived a life without it. I have had it my whole life, and no nothing else. I read some posts on here about people remembering “pre-anxiety” lives, that must be nice. I wonder what it’s like?
Basically this is my first post here. Today I told my boyfriend who I have been dating for a month now, that I have GAD. Not telling him that whole month worried me. Thoughts raced through my head: “How he would take it, what would he say, would this be too much? This would be too much, he would leave me for sure.” Though I am sure you all understand. (Which is nice by the way, to talk to people who understand those stupid irrational uncontrollable thoughts, so thanks for reading and understanding). But instead of all those things, he was too good to me, he said “I will just have to make sure I don’t make you anxious”. Oh, he is so good to me.
But now, of course hours later, I still worry. “Is he thinking about it now? What if he re-thinks this whole relationship?” And they go on and on.
It just gets so hard sometimes. To think about everything all the time. And its not just him, its everything. I might have said something to a friend earlier, a five line comment, and now I am re-thinking it. “What if that offended them? I didn’t mean to offend them? They did make an odd face after I said it? What if they are mad at me?”.
Or if someone is late to my house to pick me up: “Maybe they are hurt? Maybe there was an accident? What if they are on the side of the road dead? Oh my god, what would I do if they were dead? I would have to go to their funeral. I can’t believe they are dead!” At which point I start to cry. Half out of being so sad that I have convinced myself they are probably dead and half because I know this is the silliest thing ever, they are probably just in traffic. But I can’t help it, and I cry anyways.
Or I will be sick, and I will start to think its worse then it really is. Now in my mind my head ache has turned to brain cancer, and unless they remove part of my brain I am going to die. At which point I cry. And its ridiculous, I know I do not have brain cancer. But the “what if’s” they have a mind of their own, and they wont get out of my head.
Its just so hard everything going a hundred miles an hour in my head all the time. Things that make no sense, but I think about anyways. And I hate talking about it to people. I feel like I am coming across as being over dramatic, and I have been accused of being a worry wart. I feel like they think I am crazy, or over exaggerating. So I just don’t talk about it to anyone anymore. It doesn’t do any good. But then again that gets lonely.
I don’t know. I guess I am not sure what I am looking for. I just wanted to talk to someone who understands. And doesn’t think I am being over emotional. Because I am not, I am telling the truth of what my everyday life is like. And not to complain, but it can be really rough at times.