I haven't really suffered from GAD since I was about
15 years old, I've only been suffering from panic attacks, but the GAD is back. It is awful. I can't handle it. I can't handle life let alone leaving my house.
I am SO anxious all day long. Today felt like it was starting off as a really good day. I wasn't feeling too bad and then I went to the in-laws for a small get together for Xmas eve and I lost it. I was so anxious and running to the bathroom every five minutes hoping I could have diarrhea to end the anxiety but that relief never came.
I lasted two hours and thought I was going to go insane from the anxiety, and the moment I begged to leave I felt instant relief when I started packing up things.
When the anxiety gets so severe, it feels like something in my brain is going to snap and I'm just going to lose touch with reality or FREAK OUT! I don't remember the reality of what GAD was like so it's hard to realize that that's not much of a possibility. If I could only drink alcohol eh? LOL I don't drink. At all. I don't think it's going to help the situation.
I feel like such a failure. Somehow I have to suffer through tomorrow's get together at my mother and father's house, and I feel like I could just cry. I can't get a grip or control of this anxiety.
It seems like if I take a klonopin it gives me like a half hour of relief and then the anxiety is back in full swing. It's this awful sensation of my limbs tingling, and just this nervousness to get out of there, not like a panic attack. But it goes on and on and on for HOURS.
Is there any relief? I don't know what to do. I'm just venting. I feel helpless, hopeless, and wish I had never stopped taking my Lexapro a year ago. I restarted it but I feel like I've gone so far down a path of anxiety and panic that I can't turn around and get better.
I'm afraid for what the next few months will be like. I fear losing my business to going insane. I can't function. I pray to God 50 times a day to please help me, please make me better, please stop making me suffer.
Nothing helps.
Just a bunch of doors that I'm knocking on looking for answers and no one will open one to a path of relief.
I feel like a failure to my daughter mostly. My 2 year old could have spent a while longer at her grandma's, but I just can't handle it. I just can't handle the anxiety. It is taking over my LIFE.
TG~