Hi my tag is Rae, and I have had anxiety for most of my life, and I am forty-four. I developed full blown panic with phobia after a very difficult birth trauma; I guess it was sort of like PTSD. Anyway that was fourteen years ago, and my life has changed significantly. I have a tendency towards hypochondria, with a inter-changeable list of physical ailments, that seem to stay for a period of time, and get replaced as soon as one ebbs. I can get a dry yucky mouth, weird migraine symptoms, irritable bladder, sinus issues, tinnitus, and my favourite, an off kilter feeling like I am on a gently moving boat.
That being said over the years I have gotten much better, and am now in school full time studying conflict, and I am a mother to a large blended family of seven kids ranging from fifteen to twenty-four. I can now pretty well nip panic in the bud, except when I have night terrors, which is when I cannot wake up. I am awake, but I still feel like I am dreaming. It is easier in the winter to come out of it, just open the door, but in the summer I look very odd doing jumping jacks. I think a great deal of my anxiety comes from a sleeping issue, but certainly not all of it. Some of it is my damn nervous system and my brain.
So while I have overcome a great deal, I still suffer many days, though some are minimal. I have wondered about medication, but I had adverse affects when I tried them, and so battled hard for about seven years without them. I was lucky to have a chiropractor who was amazingly patient and supportive and who could explain alot of what was going on with my nervous system and how disease processes work. So the reality of it is, I am not dying. Things that come and go are NOT tumours. Disease is progressive and you KNOW when you have one. This helps most of the time ... but I still have to do the self talk often. It is like I am watching myself with compassion explaining what I already know.
Mostly though, it is the discouragement with how quickly it can raise its head, and how quickly you can succumb. This time of year is the worst for me, always. I can't get past the feeling that I am a loser, and that somehow I should not be thinking the way I do. Well, I know I shouldn't be, but obviously after all the work I have done, I am not making the choice to do so. It feels that way though; it really does. Because I can clearly see the irrationality of it, yet I can't stop thinking about whatever is bugging me.
I have noticed that if I can get outside of myself and have a really fun time or get absorbed in a really interesting conversation, I can get past whatever is plaguing me at the time. For example, I can feel off kilter for days, and I get into a great conversation, and voila, it is gone in two hours. I fully realize the value of connection; I think it is really the only thing that makes a deep impact in the long run. Exercise, diet, counselling are all very important, but nothing works like the ability to get outside of your own head.
Anyway that is why I am here. I want to connect with people like me who understand the struggle. I am very afraid to be vulnerable with this, though of course I am ... kinda hard to hide in close quarters .... but I hate to feel like a burden and a loser. I get discouraged when I think of what it is like to listen to me so often. My husband says it bothers him more to have to watch it and how hard it is for me. I try to not talk about it anywhere near as much as I think about it. So again, that is why I am here. I want to interact with people who do understand.
Thanks for reading.
Rae