Why do I feel like l am dying every day? I ask myself all these questions that all can be nswered with a simple answer, "anxiety." Every single night I don't sleep scared I'm going to die in ny sleep. I fear my dreams, and I fear the future. Everything terrifies me more today than it ever has in the past. This constant battle is not living. I want to live life, I want to enjoy things I know I should.
My therapist says she's going to help me "expand my compacity." What does that even mean?
Mentally I know what she is trying to do but physically I feel no change. I never used to fear death, death would fear me. I have always stared down the shot gun barrel of death but today I look, and I am terrified death is going to call me too soon. My therapist says I have manifested this anxiety from the past and my past trauma. I have always known how to deal and heal on my own so why now do I have these issues? Why am I in the constant state of fight or flight? Is it because I haven't made something of myself? Is it because l am slacking in life or is it because I feel stuck where l am at? I am filled with all these questions that not even my therapist can answer. I am filled to the brim with so much fear that I can't find room to grow. I can't find room to have fun, explore or even have energy for wy kids. I find myself on google more and more as the days pass. Googling symptoms or If something is right. I ended up going to the emergency room recently because I had myself convinced there was something wrong with me, and still I feel the doctors missed something. Has my body and my mind given up on me? I wish there was an off button to this madness. This madness is killing me slowly. I pick my nails and bite my cheeks; I pick at my skin and pop my fingers. I lay in bed more now than I have in the past and I desperately want to get up and move but I feel like I am tied down with chains and bowling balls on my chest. I feel heavy. I wish I had people who understood how it felt to feel this way. how it feels to always have weight on you. When you stand it feels like the weights just get heavier, so you lie down for a little longer. I wish this was easy to go through and I wish it would pass like some virus, but I fear this is lifelong. My therapist prescribed me some anxiety meds, but I can't take them. My anxiety tells me not to and I listen. I have become one with my anxiety. She has taken over my body and I don't know how to get it back or if i can get it back. I want to be happy. I fear my anxiety more than I fear my mother. My anxiety has taken all of me. It takes my energy; it takes my happiness. I find little to no joy in life right now.
When I finally lay my head down to go to sleep, I feel as if I stop breathing and I find myself gasping for air. It doesn't matter how many doctors I see, they all run tests, and all the tests show I am healthy as I can be, but my anxiety tells me otherwise. She lies to me to make me believe something is wrong. She continues this lie until l cave in and start to have a panic attack. I am so tired all the time, I wish it would just stop. I am trying not to get depressed through all of this but with one comes the other and I start to think to myself, I wouldn't feel this way if I just wasn't here anymore, right? it makes me cry when I think this way because I know I shouldn't. There're glimpses of myself I see every so often, but it is so rare that l see the real me that I fear she’ll show one more time and never come back again. There are times I catch myself having a good time but once I realize I am having a good time here come anxiety to creep in and ruin it again. I am a nicotine addict and I know that doesn't help my case any but if were a cigarette smoker I would probably go through more than one pack a day. I inhale off my vape more times than I like to admit and it's a comfort for me. I should quit but I can't. I have before but I don't think I can this time. I doubt myself a lot, don't I? don't mind that, it's just my anxiety talking telling me what I can and cannot do and I listen, always. I wish i could change. I want to change. I want to be better, and I want to be happier. I want this weight off my shoulders, and I fear the only way to get the weight off is if I were to fly. My chest hurts everyday and my head feels full of pressure.