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I was diagnosed with anxiety/panic disorder when a series of life events just pushed that last button for me. My life story is a bit different from others 'cause, I experimented, here and there with drugs and alcohol and hated it because I felt out of control of myself.
However, I went through a series of hardships that lasted for over two years and, in spite of my love to create stuff and to observe nature and paint and read and exercise,...I became completely fragmented, felt 24/7 overwhelmed and felt like I was losing my mind over one event. I started picking up six-packs as a sedative just so I could sleep because I seriously feared something would crush me the next day. Even though I'd gotten through a divorce, long-term unemployment (poverty can kick anyone's ass if they live in it long enough IMHO), and moved closer to "support", I could NOT turn off the anxiety/panic button no matter how many cognitive-behavioral materials I read and practiced or changes in routine, I actually found myself in unpredictable episodes of complete panic, and finally went to a shrink.
I was prescribed, over time, 60mg of Buspar and 1mg of Clonasepam in the morning and at night, plus 2 tabs of 50mg Trazodone, when needed (for insomnia that has pervaded my entire life). Well, it took time but the regiment worked for me until the last several weeks presenting several distresses, mostly out of my control: warrant for my arrest on a petition for truancy (my son had missed a lot of school due to chronic migraine syndrome and I couldn't be served because, suddenly, my employer demanded 11 to 12 hours of my day), my son wrecked his truck learning to drive (don't have the extra $500 to fix it), my boyfriend forced sex upon me (he even said it was sick) while I was completely unconscious having taken the Trazodone 'cause I HAD to get sleep for a long and stressful day the next morning (and we broke up), my "work-at-home" position became a four-hour commute plus six to eight hours of pure hell, my van broke down ($600), and my favorite sibling is in Iraq,....AND my employer just informed me that my "work-at-home" position has been extinguished but I can take the new "in-office" position requiring either relocation or a four-hour commute each day (no economic incentive like relocation costs or a raise attached).
Okay, so, all this shit has happened over the last five weeks. I started picking up six-packs, again, just after the break-up with asswipe and during the sudden seriously increased demands from a job I truly find meaningful. I don't take the Clonazepam when I decide to drink, too afraid. But, still,....I feel like my life is so beyond me,...I want to escape and am drinking beer to feel "free" (in spite of the fact that the medications I'm taking are controlling anxiety and panic). I want to be happy!!!!
I'm worried. Shit, I took masters courses in psychology and try to keep informed about the mixture of genes and environment in human behavior. I've engaged in creating some wonderful projects (building a "birds commune", creating beautiful garden plots with materials from the nature that surrounds me, taking time at every opportunity to observe the beauty of nature which actually makes me giggle from time-to-time (my son and I "squirrel-proofed" the birdy commune and it's a damned hoot to watch the surprised look on every squirrel attempting to climb the pole).
I am here, right now, drinking a beer and feel like consuming as many as my body will take, just to escape the most recent "fuck you" offer from a job that was meaningful to me.
I am r-a-n-t-i-n-g and not being helpful at all to you. I'm sorry.
But, listen, maybe my rant can help you. People vary in their sensitivities to environment and, I don't give a damn what anyone says, those sensitivities are BUILT into our systems, our bodies (which does, in fact, include our brain/mind). What we have the power to do is to explore and reveal and recognize and acknowledge those sensitivities. Then, do our best to be doctoring our own environment to protect ourselves against that which provokes our sensitivities; and, if needed, take medications which are HELPFUL, and know that we are worth all that work and investment in ourselves.
So, that's all I have to share.
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