By Merry Kuchle
My heart is pounding, and I have a bit of a sick feeling in my stomach. I’m also breathing faster and a bit shallower. All because I am writing a post about something that I’ve kept hidden from myself and others for years.
It has been a part of my psyche for so long that I honestly never knew it had a name. I always thought people felt those feelings when someone questioned their work or when they were in a stressful situation. It feels like that fight or flight feeling that people mention. For years I have felt it, and I always resorted to the FIGHT response. I fought with everyone about everything. Any disagreement felt like a personal attack and the only way to quiet that feeling inside was to fight. If I’m honest though, it never quieted it for very long.
When I think back, I think I’ve felt this way since I was a little girl but it got worse… much worse… after Evan was born. Being a new mom and being convinced that I wouldn’t be able to keep Evan alive (sad, neurotic, but true) ate me up inside. I would love to tell you that it got better after he got older, but I would be lying. It just got worse. Add to that the stress at work, normal issues with marriage, parenting, step-parenting and more and I was a basket case.
However, I never called it anxiety. I just called it ANGRY. Yep. I was mad at everything and everybody. I’m sure I was a real peach to be around. I could not explain why I was so angry about even the smallest mundane issues but I was. It was causing issues in so many ways in so may circumstances. In April, I quit my job hoping that I would find some relief. It helped but the feelings were still there.
It’s a journey
One day I wrote to a friend of mine and said, “I don’t know what to do but I am SO DAMN ANGRY ALL THE TIME!” She said, “Do you think you have anxiety? Maybe you should talk to your doctor. It can’t hurt.”
I made an appointment for the next day so that I wouldn’t talk myself out of it. I’ve always prided myself in just sucking it up. I’ve been through a lot in my life, and I’ve never “needed” “help.” Uh huh… right. The next day I went in to the doctor’s office and explained what I was feeling. They boiled it down to anxiety was causing me to be irritable. It was such an understatement that I almost laughed out loud. I reminded myself that no matter what they called it, it needed to change. Less than an hour later I left with a prescription for anti-anxiety meds.
Sigh. I am not a card-carrying member of the proponents for better living through pharmaceuticals. I pretty much take Advil and that’s it. However, I sucked it up and took them. At first they made me nauseated and tired all the time. Thankfully the nausea went away within a few days — unfortunately, the tiredness did not. However, the change to my psyche after a few weeks was amazing. I am happy. I don’t yell as much (I still yell… hell I always will). When people disagree with me I think “um… okay… maybe they are right.” Dewey says the whole thing is a bit alien invasion at times which always makes me laugh.
So why am I telling you this?
I believe that mental illnesses like anxiety are real and they are illnesses. There should NOT be a stigma around them that keeps people like me white knuckling through their lives. Taking a medication that makes you a better wife, mom, stepmom, person should be OKAY and not something that we need to keep hidden. I am proud to say that I am getting my anxiety under control with the help of a tiny white pill.
A bit about anxiety:
Generalized anxiety disorder is characterized by chronic feelings of excessive worry and anxiety without a specific cause. Individuals with generalized anxiety disorder often feel on edge, tense, and jittery. Someone with generalized anxiety disorder may worry about minor things, daily events, or the future. These feelings are accompanied by physical complaints such as elevated blood pressure, increased heart rate, muscle tension, sweating, and shaking.
Combined anxiety disorders affect approximately 12 percent of Canadians: about 9 percent of men and 16 percent of women during a one-year period. As a group, anxiety disorders represent the most common of all mental illnesses.
Women are twice as likely to suffer from generalized anxiety disorder (what I have) as men.
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