Hi everyone,
This is my first time coming to any type of support/community board for anxiety. I'm thisclose to 30 years old, and I've had panic attacks for about half my life. They've only gotten worse since having two kids...I wonder if it's had something to do with hormonal changes/fluctuations at all.
Anyway.....I'll give you all my sob story here. I admit I haven't read many of the other posts here, mainly because I'm trying to get this all written out before my 15 month old wakes up. (He's getting his molars and has been crazy miserable lately.) I think it'll help me feel better to just unload a little.....I apologize, because it may bore you to tears!
I'm pretty much in an anxious state at any given time....just varying levels of it. My world feels like it's shrinking and shrinking and it's making me so mad and frustrated, I hate it! When I first started getting anxiety attacks, they were few and far between and I never felt the anxiety in between. But now, in the past 5 years, it's progressed to the point where I just feel so STUCK. My husband (bless him for being an understanding man) is an adventurous sort (former Army Ranger, Special Forces, current police officer), and we have these two lovely little boys now, and I don't want them to miss out on things because their mother is so riddled with anxiety that she's afraid to go in the grocery store. Which she is. Any sort of big, high ceilinged store, actually any place with fluorescent lighting gives me anxiety. And I get almost like a vertigo feeling in them too. IE. Walmart, Home Depot, etc. Like I'm trapped in these places. I have a REALLY hard time driving on highways. Can't handle subways. Forget flying. My anxiety (and this is a rather recent phenomenon) increases in the heat....which sucks because summer is coming. I wear a baseball hat or some kind of hat with a brim to make me feel more balanced. And I'm grateful that my youngest son is still in a stroller because I'm able to hold onto something while I'm walking.
I don't enjoy much out of my life anymore......my life is ruled by fear. And I HATE how that sounds. It makes me mad and want to cry. My life is governed by any emotion? Really? How did this happen to me? I used to be so, so much more fun, I loved getting out of the house and exercising and shopping, and traveling. So what the heck? I live in New York (not city) and we've planned this lovely overnight trip to Washington DC so my oldest son can see the pandas at the zoo. It's next weekend and I'm already getting myself all worked up over it. I'm compulsively checking the weather there because I don't want it to be too hot when we're at the zoo, and I'm worried about getting that vertigo-y feeling while we're driving on the highways. When my husband and I were dating, I drove by myself, from New Jersey to Fayetteville NC, a journey of almost 600 miles, to visit him while he was in the Army. On Interstate 95. In a car that was at the time 12 years old. I had more to worry about then than I do now when I'll have my husband with me and my kids in a car that is only 2 years old.
I was on medication up until I got pregnant....then for the sake of them I didn't want to be on any meds because of the chance of birth defects, etc. Then I was nursing. And my little guy here, he's only nursing once at night still, and I'm trying to wean him off that....because this is just getting out of control. I haven't bothered with going to a psychologist or anything yet, because I know in the state I'm in, they're going to recommend I see a psychiatrist for medication. I have an appointment with my regular physician next week to ask him about the instable feeling I get when walking in open space or driving in open space. I have a feeling it's related to anxiety, but I'm going to have him check my ears and such.
It's supposed to be 80 degrees in Washington DC next weekend. Granted, this is 8 days away still....but I'm already stressed out about it. I know I'm going to be seeking shade at any opportunity. I'm actually going to speak with my physician as well about maybe asking for one dose of Xanax or something like that, just so I might actually be able to ENJOY one SINGLE day out of my life for a change, one where I know my son is going to have a blast. I've never taken Xanax or anything like that, so I don't know....
Anyway.....I'm not necessarily asking for advice I guess......but I just wanted so badly to vent a little....and maybe not feel so alone. Because I'm the only one I know who suffers from stuff like this.
Thank you if you've made it this far. And there's my littlest guy summoning me....
Post Edited (oldecoloniste) : 4/26/2012 7:56:43 PM (GMT-6)