Last Tuesday was my birthday. My BF (who you may remember lives down south, while I live in Lincolnshire) obviously couldn't come for the day, so was coming up this weekend, when we'd have "birthday take II". Regardless of birthdays and whatnot though, the crux of the thing is: he got half way, decided the weather was too poor, and went back home again. If that was all, I wouldn't mind - I'd rather have him half a country away than in hospital after an accident. The problem is, I am obviously disappointed that he isn't here, but when I expressed that, he started blaming me, because I haven't yet been able to go down to visit him. It's a fair enough statement - I haven't been there, but he has known about my anxiety since day one of our relationship. I have NEVER hidden it from him, and he chooses NOW to use it as a stick to beat me with, and start on with the "I can't cope anymore".
Now, I realise I need to get over this, and I really, REALLY want to go down and stay with him. In my own mind, I've been getting better - I've started a full-time job, I've started going out to a Qigong class run by my boss once a week, I've started seeing a Chiropractor about my migraines and the tension I carry in my neck, and last weekend I even drove myself off into the countryside, for no reason other than I felt that I could (that's the farthest I've been in a long time!). I feel more confident in myself, and when I encounter a situation that might bring on my anxiety, "Oh my god, I can't do it" isn't my first thought, it's further down the line somewhere. For example, my bossis hosting a Christmas dinner for his students next month, and when I heard, my first thoughts were "I want to go" and "What shall I wear?". "Oh my god, I can't do it" didn't even surface until a few days later when I was feeling a bit low anyway. I see that as definite progress, but to my BF they are fairy steps, and they're not getting me any closer to Sussex.
Last winter, he was prescribed Prozac for a while, for a bout of depression after a row with his dad on Christmas Day. He now wants me to go to the Dr and be prescribed something to help me. I've been suffering with PA's and anxiety for 8 years now, and I've made huge progress, completely drug-free (I couldn't even go to school at one point, and now I've been through school, sixth form and university, with flying colours). I want to go to see him, and I don't want us to split up because I can't, so should I try medication?
I guess I'm as guilty as anyone of being a bit blinded by the stigma of being medicated - I feel like they'll turn me into a different person, and I want to be me, even if me is a bit of a wreck. I also know that they aren't a cure, but while I'm on them, will I be able to function normally enough to do what I'm currently afraid of without being too afraid to do it? If medication would allow me to do that, then after I came off them I'd hope that I'd be able to continue doing those things...
I've read and re-read all of the great info on the site, and I've been putting things into practice, like vitamins, healthy eating, exercise and natural remedies, but I'm in such a conundrum after the events this weekend.
I don't want to lose my BF, but I've always been against taking medication. On the other hand, I don't want to lose my BF, and I feel like I need a 'shove in the right direction' to kick-start my journey to getting down there for a visit. I just don't know what to do :(
Sorry to be so long-winded!
Leah xx