Iāve beenĀ feeling down.
My mind has been all over the place. Iāve just came back from a 6 week work excursion and iāve been really anxious (i guess?) since iāve come back and im increasingly frustrated that I still feel this way, 2 years later. Iāve been told by everyone that knows that iāve came on so well in the last 2 years since ive been diagnosed with panic disorder/anxiety, whatever, and that I should be proud of where iām at, and thatās great.
The trouble is, all I want to do is to be able to do what I want to do. For example, yesterday I took my mum out to the dentist, had a sore chest, fine, ignore it. Sat with her, felt slightly anxious, fine, ignore it. Left the dentist to go run our next errand, BOOM, immense feeling in my stomach/heart that shifted to the left, sickness right up my throat and numb feeling in head. (Canāt ignore that can you??) Panic attack takes hold and I have to go home immediately. I come home to where iām in flood of tears on the couch, letting it all out, devastated that I let this get the better of me and that iām in this state in the first place. I end up later on my bed with this same pain that iāve had for the last 2 weeks and I canāt shift it. Iām telling myself that itās anxiety but my head is saying, well is it that though? Are you sure itās not something worse? You might be dying THIS time. My anxiousness stems from these physical sensations (which is apparently brought on by being anxious)
Why would I go outside with my 65 year old mother, put myself in that position of having to ignore my body, and eventually have a panic attack with those fucked up aches and pains? I just canāt win.
-Now iām definitely not suicidal, I canāt imagine ever doing something that fucking stupid or getting close to that stage. Iāve literally got so much going for me, so many things to look forward to... and I couldnāt give a flying fuck about any of it, which is another problem.
I donāt have an appreciation for the things in life that are good.
I want to be able to enjoy myself and do the things I want to do, like go outside with my camera to the beach, or just go into town to get something to eat because iām hungry. I donāt even feel hungry. Iām always worried that my phone is working and donāt just walk out the house without people going, āwhere are you?? are you ok?!ā.
Iāve trudged along for two years, getting upset, having panic attacks, having a clouded head and not being that way I want to be. The way I know I can be. Iāve tried meditation, iāve tried mindfulness, iāve cut out so much bad food in my diet, iāve cut out sodas and any sort of caffeine I can, iāve lost just under 42 pounds and yet I still have this fucking dreadful worry all the fucking time. Constant fucking negative fucking bullshit. Where is the happy version of me that didnāt give a fuck 2 years ago and had so much optimism???
I think the only way to get this person back, at least for just now, is a course of medication which iāve been putting off. Iām almost embarrassed to take them because iād be admitting that thereās a problem, which reading it back is a ridiculous thought but itās how I feel. Weāll see what the doctor says.
Itās 01:58am, now Friday the 16th March 2018. For right this second as iām typing this, I feel better, for now.