Attack of the anxiety
The human body is a lunatic. Why else would it get up, barely bothering to wake you, install a racing pulse, shaking vision, and burn so many calories that on a not-particularly-warm night you’re standing in your living room dripping sweat?
Or at least, my human body is a lunatic.
I’ve had those anxiety attacks, periodically episodically hellishly, for my entire life. Early on I’d run to my mother’s bedroom, pound on the door and retreat to my own room, waiting for her to come somehow stop the insanity that had wedged itself in my brain. I do not envy her those moments. From the disruption of sleep, which is annoying, to watching your child in terror, which would be much worse.
Then the self-reliance convalescence of adolescence (since babies, being so profoundly helpless, must be fundamentally self-reliant in a world where no comfort zone exists) and I started waiting them out on my own, hands shaking as I moved aside schoolwork to reach whatever might distract me best.
The couple in college were embarrassing. My roommate asked for no explanation at the time, for which I owe him a debt of gratitude and a truckload of amazement. That first one knocked me out of class for a week, then out of town for another, until I could come back medicated.
But I don’t want a chemical crutch, and don’t trust Pharma (even before the current face of punchworthy privilege arrived; in anger the other day I insulted a fellow driver as a Shkreli, and felt immediately bad about it) so after a year I weaned myself off it.
On down through the list of apartments and rented rooms. Hotel rooms here and there, hostel hallways. Those were terrible too. And always the underlying “What If…” that wants to tie me up. What if it happened on a plane? Mustn’t sleep then. What if it happened and I had nowhere to go? And the worst one. What if it didn’t stop?
That one’ll drive you mad. In body and mind.
But as I waited for the dregs of adrenaline to filter back out of my bloodstream, somewhere in the numberless hours of the night just past, I found the familiar thought “That wasn’t so bad.” The reality, never as bad as the fear beforehand. It’s a familiar idea. The dentist, the work engagement, the social situation, none as scary as imagination’s previews.
So that’s my reminder to myself this morning. And hopefully to you too. Your fears are worse than your future. Or rather, your future is better than your fears.
I used to have pretty horrible anxiety attacks growing up, leaving me able to relate to this on so many levels…
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Glad to hear that you grew out of them. They ain’t fun. But my lady reminded me, “Everyone has some sort of health issue, and I’d rather you have this one than ____.” That’s a good point!
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Difficult post to like. And even harder for you to live through.Not sure that I’ve ever experienced an anxiety attack, but you’ve prepared me to support someone who does. Thanks.
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🙂 I love that idea. For me, people’s best reaction is to ignore it, but be there if I do ask for anything. It’s odd, how in that moment of overstimulation, efforts to calm you (for me at least) can actually just be more stress. For all I know, though, others could be the exact opposite. Fun being human!
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Thank you for sharing such a personal experience. Anxiety is a real struggle, it can sometimes even be crippling. I admire that you can look back and think “That wasn’t so bad.” It sounds like you have a lot of strength, and I wonder if you have tried any self-help books for anxiety. I have found the book: When panic attacks by Dr. David Burns to be a helpful one.
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I tried a workbook a few years ago, but the variety of experience was such that I felt most of what they were talking about didn’t apply to me. Other than that, I find benefit from mindfulness and Eckhart Tolle-type stuff. But thank you for the recommendation, I may have to pick that one up!
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Sorry to hear you have to endure these attacks. But well said – agreed that your future is better than your fears. A great reminder for everyone. 🙂
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That is a theme I keep running into, in my personal/domestic life, as well as the professional/international one, where the difference between Fear and Actual Danger can be drastically wide. We live in the most peaceful time in human history, and I reckon I’m living in a rather fantastic moment of my life as well. Hope the same is true for you, and thanks for the comment!
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Totally…thanks for this reminder too. Easy to forget with all the sensational news that things are relatively peaceful. Glad to hear you are living a fantastic moment…hope it lasts a long long time. 🙂
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