Hello all,
This is my first time joining any sort of online community beyond 0409. I have this silly inkling of faith that this community just may prove a saving grace.
I am not sure where to begin, as I cannot remember a time when I did not suffer from the emotional roller coaster that anxiety disorder can bring on. I was always a touch neurotic, but things hit me hard when my father died from a massive heart attack. I was a freshman in college, away from home for the first time. I was an EMT and studying Biochemistry on a PreMedical Track...or so I thought.
My first year and a half of college I nearly failed out because of Anxiety. I just could not help getting in my own way whenever the pressure was on. A term paper became a life or death issue. I would procrastinate constantly without ever really knowing why then hassle myself into coming up with the perfect thesis. My grades were great..at times. My work often stood out as the best in the class. I began taking graduate courses, working after class and taking on the max number of credits possible by second semester, only worsening my anxious feelings at the advent of deadlines.
My anxiety got in the way of my ability to concentrate, I was convinced that I had ADD. I thought that the ADD brought on the Anxiety. I tried amphetamines (Adderall) in low doses during final exams...I had euphoric episodes without realizing it at the time and the originality and intensity of my work improved at what seemed to be lightening speed.
In the end, even with a prescription for ADD meds, they destroyed me. I lost my social skills. While I had only previously been anxious during exam time, I became anxious for any sort of social occasion. Attending class made me anxious...though I had spent my entire life loving lectures and school.
To make a long story short, I did manage to graduate in 4 years... but my records are inconsistent. I'd have straight A's and spots of F's on my transcript. My dreams of attending graduate school (by this time I had switched to architectural history and english) seemed squashed. I was admitted (to my shock) to an intermediary program for architecture at an Ivy League of my dreams, one that would allow me to gain graduate credits while preparing a portfolio for a year. It was an intensified version of a first year Masters program. Deadlines were weekly. The esteemed faculty only intimidated me more during critiques which were also weekly and in front of a large audience. Public speaking terrified and continues to terrify me. Drawing in public (in the studio environment) even intimidates me now. I ended up leaving the program a complete mess. My digestive system became so out of whack that acid reflux was daily and I dropped to 97 pounds.
Today, with the help of a doctor, I have been able to recover my weight and regain balance with a healthy diet. I eliminated gluten, wheat, dairy, and egg from my diet as an allergist advised to do. I just began seeing a therapist (1 session last week) and am finding my way back to old friends and family. As for Anxiety, it still remains a mystery to me. I wish to figure out the root of this ridiculous disorder and how to tame it.
And so I wonder, what are your stories? Coping mechanisms? Signs of weakness and roots of strength?
Forgive me for bearing all, but I thought it best to purge from the start. Looking forward to learning more about all of you.
-Gigi