I had my first panic attack in June 2010. I rushed to the hospital thinking I was dying of a heart attack. Ever since then I've dealt with anxiety on and off - if I did have an anxious episode, it usually only lasted a few hours at most. In November 2010, I had a week-long anxious episode in which I did very un-manly things like cry and ask my mom to hold me. And I was 23 at the time! It turned me into a baby.
2011 was mostly a good year, but 2012 so far has been very difficult. I feel much like I did back during the awful week, and this time it's gone on for over three weeks.
I started out with a fixation on my breathing. I obsessed over it. On a couple of occasions I grew very aware of my heartbeat. I had troubles falling asleep. I tried so hard to stay positive - singing cheerful songs to myself, reading out on the balcony in the afternoon sun, trying to smile. Sometimes pretending I'm happy helps me when I'm just 'normally sad', but this time it hasn't been helping.
The longer this goes on, the worse I feel. I'm starting to feel very sad on occasion. Hopeless.
My appetite is greatly diminished. When I do eat, my anxiety seems to get worse.
I can make it through the occasional two-hour period of anxiety once or twice a month, but I'm starting to grow very weary of this long period.
In the middle of writing this post, I began to shiver with imaginary cold and feel sore all over. I had to take a half-pill of alprazolam.
Half-pills of alprazolam are my 'last resort'. I've taken maybe sixteen of those half-pills since I developed anxiety. I used perhaps ten between June 2010 and December 2011. I have taken six this January alone. It has become so difficult. I live such an easy life compared to most other people - I have a comfortable house, I never go hungry, and most of the time I have no real worries. My family is kind and entire years can go by without a shouting match. A lot of people would love to have my life. I'm not sure why I need to be so anxious.
I've tried looking for help online. I love AnxietyZone so much. It's helped me in the past. But reading about other people's issues sometimes makes mine worse. I start to imagine what it would feel like to be those people, and to have those sensations and troubling thoughts that I don't currently have. I can't stop my mind from doing so.
My mom tries to help - she has had anxiety in the past - but she puts on a surprised face every time I tell her I'm feeling anxious. Every time, she tells me she can't believe a young man like me can be so scared of nothing in particular.
My girlfriend is a sweetheart but she has anxiety too, and I have a terrible suspicion that a year and a half of telling her all about what I feel when I'm anxious have made her anxiety worse. She did not have any fears about her breathing or heartbeat until after I had told her about mine. She wants to help but if I'm making her life worse, I don't want to.
I have no one else to count on. I was wondering if anyone here wanted to talk to me. I know I'm not alone with my anxiety but it feels like it right now.