#anxiety disorder
Two nights ago, someone on a TV show I was watching was tripping on ‘shrooms. I have never done shrooms, but I did get nostalgic for that high where nothing matters, where you feel outside your own body, where everything is light and airy. I wanted what that character felt. Then last night was a rough night. I ended up reading too much about Omicron and the inevitability that “we are all gonna get it ♀️”. Except for me, that could very possibly be a death sentence. And my brain spiraled out into existential dread mode & I couldn’t stop it. Today I woke up knowing that I didn’t go for the nostalgic high I wanted and I didn’t treat my overwhelming anxiety with unsanctioned (& way too many) pills. I woke up today knowing I made it through both those feelings without drugs - or at least without non-prescription drugs . I woke up this morning knowing I have been sober for twelve years. #Soberversary
Just agreed to do research surveys since just sitting here waitin, but 1st 1 about opioids I take & now sweatin wondering if I shoulda put that shit on file, which is ridic bc already in my med file but this is more accessible to outside sources idk.
Two nights ago, someone on a TV show I was watching was tripping on ‘shrooms. I have never done shrooms, but I did get nostalgic for that high where nothing matters, where you feel outside your own body, where everything is light and airy. I wanted what that character felt. Then last night was a rough night. I ended up reading too much about Omicron and the inevitability that “we are all gonna get it ♀️”. Except for me, that could very possibly be a death sentence. And my brain spiraled out into existential dread mode & I couldn’t stop it. Today I woke up knowing that I didn’t go for the nostalgic high I wanted and I didn’t treat my overwhelming anxiety with unsanctioned (& way too many) pills. I woke up today knowing I made it through both those feelings without drugs - or at least without non-prescription drugs . I woke up this morning knowing I have been sober for twelve years. #Soberversary
Does anyone else here avoid becoming too close of friends with people who are extremely attractive, successful, smart, and confident because being around them makes you hate yourself for not being as attractive, successful, smart, and confident as them?
sometimes explaining to people what it’s like to have an anxiety disorder is like pulling teeth
they’re like “oh, i get stressed too! sometimes i get stage fright”
and i’m like. that sucks. for real, it does. but my anxiety means i sometimes lay in bed and feel so dizzy and out of it i can’t get up. my anxiety means i get sick if i feel stress i can’t control. my anxiety means i pick at my hands until they bleed. my anxiety means sometimes i feel like i can’t breathe and can’t stop crying.
so many people expect my anxiety to be about huge things, but honestly, for me, usually it just piles up until something small happens and i lose it. it can be so small. sometimes it seems like it’s over nothing.
but telling me “you’re worrying over nothing” does not help. because the worst part is, most of the time i feel like i’m worrying over nothing and i fucking feel so much guilt because of it. especially if it deals with other people because then i just feel like a burden.
so, please. if someone tells you they have anxiety, just listen. it means all the world if someone just nods and tells you “that fucking sucks”
Long day
Worked a solid 12 hours today at two jobs. I don’t know how people work at this pace on a regular basis. This is my sixth day of overtime hours in a row (but no OT pay) and my brain hurts.
It wasn’t until I was alone and had a chance to think that I realized that my anxiety disorder flared up this week, that though it’s a constant handicap, I sometimes don’t even realize I’m being affected until many days later.
I hate this about myself. People at work don’t understand and I can’t explain it to them. They think things like, “well, maybe she shouldn’t do this job, she isn’t suited for it,” and it frustrates me. Shouldn’t I be allowed to pursue my interests despite my handicap?
Anxiety disorders are shameful because they are misunderstood. People think they know because everyone has experienced anxiety in their lives, but how quickly they dismiss the disorder part. And then when you confess, they look at you as lesser. Every time you get upset it’s somehow less justified, more of an over reaction than a “normal” person.
Ugh. Tiredness makes me sad.