I've been in a state of anxiety for the past two weeks or so.
I have an appointment with a therapist tomorrow, but I feel like talking today.
I’ve been on Effexor XR for almost 20 years and was in the process of tapering off, but due to these anxiety issues those plans are on hold.
I’m not looking for a perfect life; I just want the anxiety to go away. I want to be able to eat normally again. I want my regular sleep pattern back. I don’t want to constantly feel ashamed of myself. I want to scream but I can’t even cry. I want to live, just not like this. I don’t want the anxiety and depression to spiral into a place where I put myself in danger.
I tend to catastrophize and make assumptions about things that I have no insight into. Pessimism is my main coping mechanism; I plan for the worst, hoping the worst won’t happen. I want to stop. I need to fix my way of thinking to appreciate the good things in life and not have my depressed mind play tricks on me.
It was first triggered by work issues; I've made some serious mistakes that have put my position in jeopardy and I’m scared of being fired when I need to make a living. Fortunately, my workplace is helping me out a bit, but I’m not sure how it’s going to go, as the rest of my team doesn’t seem to have time for me. The department is poorly organized and overwhelmed, and as a result, so am I. I would like to quit this job and find another one, but the hiring outlook for my area of expertise) isn’t good at the moment. I also struggle with standing out from the multiple other people who are competing for the same job, as well as with ageism. I’m fearful that I won’t be able to find something else. I’m trying to connect online with the email marketing community and potentially hire a career coach, but I’m struggling with doubts about whether that will be a waste of money.
My mother has dementia. Seeing her in this state is breaking my heart. She was once a vibrant, brilliant woman who comforted me when I needed it most. She has been reduced to a shadow of her former self. She seems to be even more depressed than I am, due to her confusion. She often calls me in a worried state and I have a hard time consoling her. My brother and I are in the process of getting her some help (home care), but I can’t help feeling as if I could be doing more. I lack the skills to handle a person with dementia. I love her so much, but I don’t like going to see her once a week (which is all I have time for) because it’s so heartbreaking seeing her struggle with her thoughts and completing everyday tasks. It makes me feel guilty and selfish.
I’m also very lonely, and I don’t have any friends. I have an extremely hard time approaching people and talking to them. I always feel like nobody likes me. My only real support system is my brother, who has been wonderful throughout the past two weeks, but he has a life of his own and can’t drop everything for me at any given time. I go to Pilates classes twice a week and I enjoy them, and I like the limited contact I have with people there. However, I haven’t been able to go because I’ve recently had hand surgery. I have difficulty finding joy in small things.