Tag archives: anxiety disorder
How do you establish trust with someone you’ve
betrayed too many times? And what if the person you’ve betrayed is yourself?
Trusting themselves seems so easy for
men, but I’m not certain the same holds true for women. Personally, I second
guess myself all the time and I have plenty of friends who do the same. The problem
is that for most of my life, I had lied to myself, so much so that I didn’t even
realize I was lying anymore.
For years, I thought I was healthy
because I woke up at 5:30 ...
Yesterday I nearly had a panic attack
while watching a movie about pandas.
You might ask how cute, cuddly,
endangered pandas could cause anyone anxiety. Well, they are endangered, but
this angst was the self-centered kind not the I-must-save-the-world kind. The
answer is simple and stupid: It was the middle of the afternoon, and I was at
the public museum goofing off.
I had just dropped my daughter off for a
class taking place at the museum and had decided to use the two hours to
explore the place myself. I was hoping to take my mind off my lack ...
Just over a week ago I
swallowed what I hope was the last pill for anxiety control that I will ever
take. After six months of medically induced mellowness, I felt ready to boost
my serotonin levels on my own. Plus, I really missed my libido.
The medication had taken
the edge off my anxious personality, but it also made me slightly numb (in more
ways than one) and unmotivated. I’d lost my internal fire and I wanted some of it back.
Many people have anxiety levels that may require lifelong medication, but for others, making lifestyle changes
Many of you have likely already declared your
New Year’s resolutions. In typical fashion, I am running a bit late. This is
particularly amusing to me and slightly hypocritical given that my first resolution
for this year is: Don’t be late.
When it comes to running late, I could challenge
Alice’s White Rabbit for top honors. I’ve actually found myself darting through
the house, yelling “We’re late! We’re late! Hurry up, we’re late!”
Since I don’t live in Wonderland and constantly
running late causes stress, it’s time for a change.
Today, I accepted a prescription for
anti-anxiety medication and made my first appointment with a psychotherapist. I
left the doctor’s office nauseous and wondering if my brain could physically
explode out the back of my head.
Plenty of my friends have extolled the virtues
of medication and therapy, particularly during transitional times of life. I’ve
You see, medications and therapy mean asking for
help. Not only do I have an aversion to asking for help, but I go blatantly out
of my way to avoid it.
Asking for help means being vulnerable. It would
be like ...