Yesterday, I decided to accept the nausea, the feeling of dread, the fear of failing... I know this is all to do with my thinking...and my dislike and fear of this disorder.
The acceptance comes and goes. One second I am ok.. Still with all the dread but with a sort of feeling that it will pass and it's the right path. The next second, probably as a negative thought appears, it's not ok and I feel the despair that comes with the thought that I can't do this. The urge to give up, withdraw and cry is huge. But I managed not to. And I revert to feeling a spark of positive again. But it comes and goes and was like it nearly all day. I think if I had despaired and broken down then it might have felt better at some point but it feels like acceptance makes it actually harder. Maybe that's why it feels so hard.
I wake this morning and within seconds the lump in my stomach appears and I start again.
I am doing my best, but the anxiety starts to peak and starts to overwhelm again. I remember yesterday and accept, then struggle, then accept and so it goes.
Real acceptance for me means not bothering to do anything and just feel it but I am still not sure how I do this when I feel like I do now. When the anxiety and feelings rush onto me, I still instantly think it is my fault, something I am doing wrong. I feel sick and I immediately believe that I cannot just carry on feeling this ill. The feelings are very strong and however determined I am to try and accept, I am easily drawn into defeatist thinking, which makes me feel even worse.
This morning, although determined not to, I cried, just for a minute. It serves to vent the feeling but also convinces me that the anxiety is too strong for me, even though I got through yesterday with it there all day.
It always feels like this time it's here to stay, and that I will never recover. My fear of failing myself, my family and the fear of not being able to carry on with my normal life is awful.
I am posting, partly as it makes me feel better, and partly to be reassured that it is not just me who is struggling this way. Can I really carry on, go out, meet up with normal people etc, whilst feeling this ill?
Is this the way it has to be?
I know there is really no alternative, except to lock myself away and fail. But will this get easier. I know it's wrong to keep wanting it to get easier, but it's so hard not to.
Phil