Friday, May 10, 2013

A little something about me, a little something for you.

So, after all these years—22, almost 23, actually—I have finally discovered what has been wrong with me--

  1. Why I sometimes struggle with staying positive, or holding onto the positivity.
  2. Why I’m so scared all the time to try new things; I can’t deal with change, either.
  3. Why I’ve always been so scared.
  4. Why I was so shy it was almost crippling.
  5. Why I still tense up around new people or strangers.
  6. Why I grew up so soft-spoken.
  7. Why I’m so impatient about things and sometimes I get so worked up I find it a bit hard to breathe and my stomach starts doing insane flips.

The past year, I’ve been so scared someone was going to tell me I have undiagnosed depression or something. But no. I have anxiety. I honestly couldn’t be happier, which might sound weird, but I'm just glad that I have an answer. I've seen much worse cases than mine. I just never knew how to get a handle on it because I didn't know what I was dealing with or what was happening to me when I would start to get scared or worry.

All those freak outs I kept having—especially the increasing number I’ve had in the last year—were panic attacks. It never felt like what I imagined the word "panic" to feel like (except the last two times it happened), so I never thought to really label it is as a "panic attack."

I just have anxiety. Now that I know that, I can move on and learn coping mechanisms when I start to freak out again. I just wish it hadn’t taken me 22 years to figure it out. I'm not the type to use this as an excuse or a crutch. I hate that. This just gives me more ammunition to move forward with what I’ve been dealing with with my counselor for the past six months.

I was so Hell-bent on believing nothing was wrong with me that I disregarded the fact that if you turn to someone, you’re taking care of yourself--you're doing yourself justice.

If you think you may have a disorder, an addiction, a mental illness or just something like anxiety, talk to someone. There are counselors for a reason. They will help you. You don’t have to be medicated (I won’t, I’m not), but at least you’ll know and they can help you with ways to decompress and cope—the healthy way. Don’t be afraid to ask for help; I could have done well with this information years ago.

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