Lottie32
19-04-05, 10:11
Hello everybody
For those of you who haven't read any of my posts, I've been a member of the forum for two plus years, and I'm one of the success stories!
I have suffered from anxiety and panic attacks all my life, and now have developed depression as well (for which I am taking meds).
I just want to add to my success story in the hope that it will help all new members that don't quite believe that diet, exercise and breathing really does get rid of all the horrible symptoms.
Last Saturday I went to Jules wedding. I went on my own, only knowing Jules, her partner and one of the bridesmaids, and Sam by sight (we were introduced at a Terrorvision gig last Tuesday, and it was too loud to talk - or even shout for that matter, so we just had to grin inanely like newly released mentalists - which is exactly what we were!!)
I am really proud of myself - I spent 5 1/2 hours shopping in Nottingham for an outfit (not intentionally, I just couldn't find anything in my size), which was trauma enough - I hate shopping, and I certainly couldn't have done that a year ago, and got an outfit (less shoes, bag but the shops were shutting so we didn't have much choice). TOP TIP go on a Sunday. Hardly any queues, people etc, much less stressfull.
Anyway, I didn't really get much chance to worry about it, as I was soooo busy this week - I had to rely on my sister to choose and buy a handbag, and my best friend to get some underwear! (Having realised that my new top shows off my bra straps - I only do black or occassional grubby white where they have got stuck in the wash with the darks!)
I got Fake Baked, and then spent all week scrubbing it off - I got done on Monday night, and went to see Terrorvision on Tuesday. It was hot. I was wearing long tight boots. I sweated. The fake tan came off, but in nice this is where your boots were really tight marks. I looked like I had something very scarey. And most definitely contageous.
Basically, I tried to make an effort and do girly - OMG it's such hard work. I don't know how anybody manages it on a day to day level. Jules hubby spent most of the reception trying to make me say "I'm a Lady" - but I wouldn't.
Anyway I was even prouder when I got ready, packed my car up, and set off with only the tiniest weeniest bit of worry (soon got rid of by a few drops of Dr Bach). I was even there BEFORE the bride (I am always late for everything - ref: Grans Funeral!!!) but discovered afterwards that was only cos the car transporting Jules broke down and they had to send a replacement.
She looked absolutely gorgeous, in fact I almost had to get the tissues out when she walked into the church - but managed not too - tears, mascara and contact lenses just so don't work together.
The reception was lovely. Unfortunately I was not able to sit with the people that I knew and was really please that when I discovered this it didn't bother me at all! :D. If I'd even managed to get to the wedding on my own last year, sitting with nine strangers would have thrown me over the edge. But they were really really nice people, we had a real laugh. Within ten minutes I'd disgraced myself with my film knowledge - in particular a film with Beryl Reid as a High Priestess, some motor bikes and a pulsating toad. Luckily Debs had seen this too, and admitted it! And Meg came to the rescue by going on line and printing details off to bring later - although I hadn't quite given her the right information - it WAS Beryl Reid, but she was a Spiritualist, not a Priestess, and it was a frog, not a toad. But there were some Hells Angels in it. And it is called Psychomania. Actually it's quite scary.
Anyway I had a REALLY excellent day. And I'm still buzzing that I actually managed to do this. On my own. Meg came to the evening reception, and it was great that I was in control, and we could sit and natter on without her having to hold my hand and telling me to breathe!!!!
So I just want to say to all you out there, that the information on this site really does work, I'm a positively continuing success
For those of you who haven't read any of my posts, I've been a member of the forum for two plus years, and I'm one of the success stories!
I have suffered from anxiety and panic attacks all my life, and now have developed depression as well (for which I am taking meds).
I just want to add to my success story in the hope that it will help all new members that don't quite believe that diet, exercise and breathing really does get rid of all the horrible symptoms.
Last Saturday I went to Jules wedding. I went on my own, only knowing Jules, her partner and one of the bridesmaids, and Sam by sight (we were introduced at a Terrorvision gig last Tuesday, and it was too loud to talk - or even shout for that matter, so we just had to grin inanely like newly released mentalists - which is exactly what we were!!)
I am really proud of myself - I spent 5 1/2 hours shopping in Nottingham for an outfit (not intentionally, I just couldn't find anything in my size), which was trauma enough - I hate shopping, and I certainly couldn't have done that a year ago, and got an outfit (less shoes, bag but the shops were shutting so we didn't have much choice). TOP TIP go on a Sunday. Hardly any queues, people etc, much less stressfull.
Anyway, I didn't really get much chance to worry about it, as I was soooo busy this week - I had to rely on my sister to choose and buy a handbag, and my best friend to get some underwear! (Having realised that my new top shows off my bra straps - I only do black or occassional grubby white where they have got stuck in the wash with the darks!)
I got Fake Baked, and then spent all week scrubbing it off - I got done on Monday night, and went to see Terrorvision on Tuesday. It was hot. I was wearing long tight boots. I sweated. The fake tan came off, but in nice this is where your boots were really tight marks. I looked like I had something very scarey. And most definitely contageous.
Basically, I tried to make an effort and do girly - OMG it's such hard work. I don't know how anybody manages it on a day to day level. Jules hubby spent most of the reception trying to make me say "I'm a Lady" - but I wouldn't.
Anyway I was even prouder when I got ready, packed my car up, and set off with only the tiniest weeniest bit of worry (soon got rid of by a few drops of Dr Bach). I was even there BEFORE the bride (I am always late for everything - ref: Grans Funeral!!!) but discovered afterwards that was only cos the car transporting Jules broke down and they had to send a replacement.
She looked absolutely gorgeous, in fact I almost had to get the tissues out when she walked into the church - but managed not too - tears, mascara and contact lenses just so don't work together.
The reception was lovely. Unfortunately I was not able to sit with the people that I knew and was really please that when I discovered this it didn't bother me at all! :D. If I'd even managed to get to the wedding on my own last year, sitting with nine strangers would have thrown me over the edge. But they were really really nice people, we had a real laugh. Within ten minutes I'd disgraced myself with my film knowledge - in particular a film with Beryl Reid as a High Priestess, some motor bikes and a pulsating toad. Luckily Debs had seen this too, and admitted it! And Meg came to the rescue by going on line and printing details off to bring later - although I hadn't quite given her the right information - it WAS Beryl Reid, but she was a Spiritualist, not a Priestess, and it was a frog, not a toad. But there were some Hells Angels in it. And it is called Psychomania. Actually it's quite scary.
Anyway I had a REALLY excellent day. And I'm still buzzing that I actually managed to do this. On my own. Meg came to the evening reception, and it was great that I was in control, and we could sit and natter on without her having to hold my hand and telling me to breathe!!!!
So I just want to say to all you out there, that the information on this site really does work, I'm a positively continuing success