I am an open book about my anxiety. I will talk anyone's ear off about it. I'll tell the story of Dan's (not my husband) suicide; my months on "bed rest" at the end of my junior year of high school; how I cried at sleep away camp because I was so home sick and … Continue reading Hypocrite
A big part of my panic disorder is ruled by agoraphobia- a fear of places/situations that might cause me to panic and become embarrassed. My worst fear is that I have a panic attack in some place where people notice and think I am crazy. I know in reality people can't actually tell when I'm … Continue reading Agora-what?
Your wedding day is supposed to be one to remember in a good way. And for many, many reasons, mine was. I married my best friend and the love of my life. I was surrounded by my family and friends. I had my dream dress, dream venue, etc. Everything should have been perfect.But stupid anxiety … Continue reading How anxiety almost ruined my wedding
I was originally diagnosed with a Generalized Anxiety Disorder (GAD) in 2003. GAD affects 6.8 million adults (3.1 percent of the U.S. population) in any given year. I exhibited the classic signs of GAD at the time; I was overwhelmingly concerned about everything in my life and constantly felt like the worst was going to … Continue reading Generalized anxiety versus panic disorder
One second. One minute. One hour. One day. That's how I moved forward after my friend's death. My anxiety had hit a breaking point and I was on the slow path toward feeling better. I spent the rest of junior year at home with my parents and a plethora of schoolwork. I ended the year … Continue reading Moving on
The panic attack during my friend's funeral wasn't a one-time thing. As the days passed, they became more and more frequent. I began having trouble sleeping, spending a significant amount of time crying and shaking at night, being consoled by my father. The worst, though, occurred during the school day. I would get up every … Continue reading Banished to “bed rest”
The days following my friend's suicide were a blur. I remember walking to school the day after his death in my pajamas, carrying a teddy bear and a box of tissues. The guidance department at my school set up a room where all those who knew him could come and grieve together. Most of the … Continue reading Saying goodbye