Hiya,
This is a bit like those "team building" times at work where you have to stand up and talk about yourself in front of the room, isn't it? I always dry up doing those, even though I've got a lot to talk about. It's doubly silly when you know that I present radio shows regularly. Oh well!
I'm not being funny, but I'd rather not put my name because I live in a really small place and currently work in a fairly small industry where everyone knows everyone and I'm a bit scared that someone will Google this up at some distant point in the future and find me worrying on here. (I'm more than happy to tell anyone who sends me a private message, though.) That said, I'm male, in my early twenties and live somewhere north of Birmingham. (Again, deliberate vagueness, but I'd be happy to tell someone privately.) I found this site the other day while Googling for breathing exercises that might ease the really tight chest I've had for days. Didn't find any, but I did find the forums interesting to read.
I've been an anxious thing since I can remember, really. I was never particularly happy at primary or secondary school, although I didn't tend to worry unduly about exams. A few years ago, during A-levels, I went to the doctor and was diagnosed with moderate depression, sent off with some pills and that was the end of that. But things are just going from bad to worse of late. Even though I'm not scared of leaving the house, I love to travel and see new places, I'm really scared of being in places with loads of people. I used to work right in the centre of Manchester and go out a lot there, but about nine months ago suddenly stopped being able to cope with the noise and crowds and always felt like everyone there was young and fashionable and looking down at me. My rational side says that's b*****ks, but I find it hard to take notice of my rational side sometimes. I haven't been into a city centre since last October.
The news is one of the things that really gets to me, which is silly since I'm a journalist. I keep switching on the radio (obviously) and hearing all about how the banks are in trouble and are going to start calling in money from us all, then I drive past a petrol station and see how it's gone up 5p in the past week, and I wonder how I'm meant to survive for the rest of my life. I'm in a skilled graduate-level profession, but I'm not paid much, and I'm forever worrying about the future. I feel like such a fraud sometimes; I guess low self-esteem means I'm always worried about being found out and that people will see that I'm actually really rubbish at what I do and sack me.
I've not actually written much about my anxiety here, have I? I've waffled on about other rubbish. I always do that. I seem to remember when I went to counselling for a few months at university, I spent a lot of time talking about other rubbish. I'll just say that panic attacks, which I haven't had since I was doing A-levels a few years ago, have recently made an unwelcome return, I'm sitting with a tight chest and finding it hard to breathe for a lot of the time, I physically go cold and shaky when I see the postman trundling down the road in case he's got some bad news (when was the last time you had anything good in the post? It's just bills and banks wanting things off you) and I just can't see where I'm meant to go from here. I hope this isn't too long and doesn't drop off the front page with no replies