Hi all, this is my long story fighting generalize anxiety, aute anxiety, depression for the past 10 years.
Year 1999, I came back to Thailand, my home, for a summer visit, as I was a student of Pepperdine University with half a semester to go. That night at home, I had a an severe argument with my girlfriend. She ended up crying, and I can't see her cry so I went to the bathroom to take a shower.
While talking the shower, I was guilty about making her cry. It's always like this, after each fight, I feel guilty. I don't know why. So I was feeling guilty and taking the shower. Suddenly, this weird feeling (fear) came from nowhere and engulfed me. I was so freaked out I had to rush out of the bathroom and lay on my bed. I was shaking so hard and couldn't say a thing as I could not control my facial muscle. I stuttered for most of the time. The fear kept hitting me, sort of making fun of me. Every time it hit, I went speechless and fight with it, ended up more shaking and fear. I thought I was going to go crazy. Finally it was gone. I became so exhausted and fell sleep immediately.
The next day was normal. I thought.'what the heck was that.' Later I learned it is Panic attack.
Few days later, I flew to Taiwan to visit some of my friends. While at the bar, it happened again. I told me buddy, get me to a hospital asap (with salivas and ice falling through my mouth). At the hospital, doctor checked me, and gave me a shot to put me into sleep. He said,"what you had is probably panic attack.
The next day I stayed at home while every one was outside. About noon time, this evil thing started to hit me again. So I take the med prescribed to me, take a tablet, and it immediately put me in a sleep state. I took the plane home that night.
Back to Thailand, things are getting worse. No only this panic attack can attack me anytime it wants, i also developed this anticipation which puts me under constantly state of anxious. I talked to my elders about getting treatment here and only getting better then I go finish my last semester. Answer is not!
Back to my University, I went to the counselor, he just prescribed to me prozac, and tell me to look for this social worker to talk things out.
Prozac was bad, I mean the short-term side effects. Nightmare, elevated based line anxiety, etc. That social worker was an old lady, we talked once every week, she was the one who pulled me out of this mess. She forced me to go yoga with her, and when I am having developed feeling she wanted me to run, run, run, until the endorphine kicks in. In the mean time, I read a lot of books concerning my illness.
With her, my last semester turn from no interest to clases, to finally Aces all.
The it is back to Thailand. working in families business. I worked 12+hr days for a few months and built up my own sales team. One time I walk into the office and anxiety attacked me. I just let it flow though me, didn't even fight it. When it's down. I told my manager that I need to get away from work to recover until I can work again. They know I have anxiety problem, and all wish I would recover soon.
That's the first time I need a doctor's help. My own method of relaxation technique and lifestyle can't help me cope with the job stress. I went to Bungrumrad hospital. I met doctor Spain. He listened me for a half hour and he prescribed Lexapro and xanax as treatment. I go home and all day i read, eat, sleep, etc. The first week of treatment is very difficult to deal with. Very high base line anxiety, and I use three xanax taken morning, noon, nighttime. also Lexapro. The body aches and very high level of anxiety(fear, worry, startle) are so hard to bear. But after a few days of following doc's prescription, the high baseline of anxiety became low, and now waiting for Lexapro to take effect.
Writing all this is simple. Going through this is like going through hell. I am lucky I researched and know a lot about this sickness.
And this happens on me at the frequency about once per year or once per 1.5 year
I am actually going though the recovering process now. Last week was ok, but this week the condition deteriorated. But know I will get better, just need some time. I also jog at nigh, to burn off all the adrenaline that's hiding in my body. While I was jogging at night moment ago, I thought about my jogging time in LA, exactly 10 years. I said to myself, 'If i can get better every time, I will get well this time.'
Sometimes I ask myself, why me? But then, I guess my gods wanted me this way. To help me control my sometimes reckless behavior.....