Hi. I’m new here. I have had anxiety for my whole life. Daily chest pains, heart beating out of my chest and a pit in my stomach. I’m 52. I really. Can’t take it any more.
Where I live, the only places to go are pill pushers. They see you for 15 minutes and refill your pills and off you go. Once and awhile they say they will try and get me in to see the doctor. It’s been a few years and I have yet to see him. My friend had a great doctor who left the area so she has been going to this place for over 10 years and she has seen the doctor once.
I am on three different medications but I feel exactly the same. The only one that kinda works is Xanax but it makes me too sleepy to take much of a dose.
I am anxious about everything. I make a decision then panic and question it and reverse it. My whole life.
I always panicked whenever there is a change in my life. I cried for days when I started college.
I know the cause of a lot of this is because I was constantly questioned about anything I decided ; “suppose this happens or that happens. You would jump off a bridge if someone told you. People can sway you. “
I was an only child so I didn’t know better.
After strangling my confidence since childhood. This person, my mother, made me and my dad dependent on her....then dies and everything is my problem. My father used to give orders and they were followed. He didn’t even know how to write a check out!
Now, as a person with crippling anxiety, I’m the last one who should handling things and making decisions.
The last time my dad was in the hospital, they pretty much told me it was my problem and sent him home. Oh, I through it with the help of others, but I did spend hiding I’m the empty bathtub crying.
I swear it almost killed me. I would rather die then through that again....but guess what? I’m catholic so I can’t do that so I just suffer. Lost 20 pounds in three weeks because I could not eat.
Now i lost my job.
I spent my whole life waiting for the next bad thing to happen that I can’t enjoy the good times.
So, basically I’m screwed. I know all this horrible stuff has to happen (like my father getting sick again/dying) and I sit here waiting for it to happen.
And of course, this anxiety makes me depressed! 🤣
Thanks for letting me vent to people who understand and don’t look at me like I’m nuts.😮
The spaz (appropriate, no?)