Re: Doing it By the Spoonful
I wrote something last night I published on my blog that I think pretty much sums up my feelings this morning. I'm sure most of you understand.
I moan for restful nights, but life gives and it takes. I suppose the last stand for my fear is the darkness. Taking the breath from my body is fear’s final resting stop. I suppose that’s why I write with such great voracity. Fearing that at any moment the whole thing will end. My family tends to get a bit upset with my obsession with death, but I can’t help it. Because beneath this veneer of stability lies a person who feels the clock ticking. So I can’t help but think what I’m saying now may be the last.
You may think that staring at fear so many times numbs you to it. But within us fear is a powerful thing. It seeks new and different ways to creep into your consciousness. You might defeat it in one area of your life, but shortly after it shows up somewhere else. I like writing about my fear and the things it does to me. The way it makes me feel. In a way it gives me power over it. A sense that despite my physical and emotional state, I still have control.
At this moment the turmoil hasn’t passed. But I feel I’ve said what I’ve needed to say. That despite the armor we think we wear, our inner demons are much more of an enemy then any outside force. What I have learned is the gift of survival is a powerful thing. But what is also true is that having the volume cranked to eleven isn’t something you can do forever. Find solace in constructive ways. Rather through medication, meditation, or therapy, or a little of all three. The voices don’t have to be silent, but it’s sure nice if they can be kept to a quiet roar.
Re: Doing it By the Spoonful
After a long sleep, I'm back again picking up the pieces of my life. That's often the case for those of us with social anxiety and panic. There are the days when things seem fine. Then there are the nights when the terror and the panic attacks hit you one after another. 20 years. It's been 20 years since i was diagnosed with panic and general anxiety disorder. While my understanding of my disorder has grown, so to has my compassion for others who suffer from mental illness. So i hope to come back to NMP and continue to tell my story of Doing it by the Spoonful towards living a healthy life.
Re: Doing it By the Spoonful
Last night was a rough night, my insides felt all twisted and I had nothing but bad/stressful dreams. But you don't need me to tell you what panic attacks feel like, there's that sense of dread and lost of control. You would think after 20 years of dealing with panic, anxiety, and depression I would have come up with a full proof coping mechanism. Well while my understanding of panic has greatly improved, it still finds a way through my defenses. I usually my conversations with a note of encouragement. This time I'll simple say, I'm feeling better. We all have our crosses to bear I suppose. Fair or not this is my reality. If nothing else at least we have a place to go and share our stories.