Anxiety and obsessive thoughts have been a part of my life since early adolescence. They started to increase to panic attacks and agoraphobia during and after an 8-year relationship with my ex in my 20's. I reached a point where I was at risk of losing my job for fear of leaving my house and suffering panic attacks that led me to feel so completely out of control of my own body and mind.
Therapy and many more years of steady progression have led me to a place where I can look back, not completely out of danger, but within reaching grasp to full recovery. Mind you, it's been at least 9 years since the peak of my disorders.
Now, my therapy has brought to light a major component to my anxiety: codependency. I see things in an entirely different way and a new struggle has made its way in. I less often fall prey to knee-jerk, anxious, reactionary behavior, however I do continuously have to defend myself and my intention for self-care on a regular basis. Relationships that were once seemingly the core of my identity have had to dissipate because they are not salvageable with the changes I am making. Sometimes it is impossible to believe that I could have seen this coming, that my best friend is no longer my "best" friend. That my grandmother is not perfect. That it is not my job to rescue other full-grown adults.
For me to struggle with a mental health disorder (or three) and yet have to continuously face my fears directly in order to enforce my new standards to others around me is uncomfortable, to say the least. Saying "no" to someone else's needs or "yes" to my own needs is foreign and HARD. The training I have had my entire life has not been for this.
All I can say is that the right therapist was the way out, for me. Medication provided support along the way. Speaking out about my disorders to those I trust saved me numerous times from feeling alone and continuously afraid.
I still have lows. I still have days where my obsessive thoughts come back and I am cleaning for hours. I ruminate over "rules" broken. I relive situations in which I wish I could serve the deserved justice and feel no relief to know that they'll forever get "away" with what they have done.
I still have lows. I still have days where I do not leave the house because it is too taxing on me. My energy is drained so low from just thinking that I can barely keep my eyes open. I cancel plans, I miss class, I skip work all to spare myself yet another panic attack.
I still have lows. I still have days that make me want to run right back into the arms of the codependency that embraced me for so long.
But I forgive myself those days. I conquer those days. I have my highs, too. I maximize on any moment where I have done BETTER. Better than 10 years ago. Better than last year. Better than yesterday. Better than 10 minutes ago.