Anxiety is not predictable for someone with generalized anxiety disorder.
Now that I am taking effective anti-anxiety and anti-depressant medication, I actually have many many calm, pleasant days where I feel in control, productive and happy. Before, I had nothing to compare my anxiety-filled days to. For me, that was all there was. And now that my anxiety is under control most of the time, I have good days and bad days. Before it was bad days and not-so-bad days. The sad thing is that now, when I wake up feeling anxious, it is like an old crappy shoe that still fits.
It is so easy to be sucked up by that tornado-ish …
I suffered from anxiety as far back as I can remember.
Looking back, I realize that I was nervous even as a kid. I am 58 years old, by the way. It is a very sad irony that my mother (may she rest in peace) passed away suddenly when I was 12 years old. This might make you think that trauma caused me to have severe anxiety. Well it did, and certainly the course of my life was horribly altered, but I know that I was an anxiety sufferer before she died. I was one of those children that almost literally hung onto mom’s apron strings. (Women wore aprons all day long in those days). I can remember …
Anxiety controlled my life. Therapy was not helping.
If you are reading this blog, chances are you are a worrier. Chances are you have a child, sibling and/or a parent who is also a worrier. Furthermore, if you are reading this blog, chances are that you have not found relief from this often paralyzing condition. I’ve been there. I am still there some of the time. I want to tell you about the help I found for my debilitating anxiety.
I am 58 years old and I have been in psychotherapy for about 30 years! Without this, I know that I would have fallen apart a long time ago. …