It’s been 2 years since my anxiety kicked in so badly that I could barely continue with my life.
During that time I’ve had numerous doc visits, tests and everything else you can imagine thing to figure out the cause of my anxiety.
Help books. Meditation. Medication. Mindfulness. So on and so on.
During the time of my anxiety I lost my home, I lost my wife and now share custody of my children.
Well, anxiety can’t be all to blame for that last part. But it played its part.
However, through all that. I found my point of anxiety.
It’s crippling and insanely intense, powerful and no stop feelings of being unworthy. Bo one allowed to love me and me but watchin from the outside because I’m not worth the attention or time.
Incredibly unhappy and miserable. My goal was to make others the same. Emotional abuse for my wife and friends. I’m suffering, so why can’t they?
That fed my anxiety too. Unrelenting anxiety because I’m making everyone else miserable because I was miserable.
None of them deserved that. Furthermore, I didn’t deserve that either. I deserve some happiness through this life too.
I haven’t cured my anxiety. In fact, now it’s a part of my depression and guilt for how I treated my ex wife. The point is really that I now know I have a lot of work to do. Work that I’m prepared to do.
Working on ways to enjoy my own life, to love myself. To be happy. To allow myself to be loved and give permission to love.
Giving up on the illusion of control. The inner voice that fuels my negative dialogue I feed myself.
I’ll have to carry the guilt of what I did for a long while. But I’m hoping I can begin to work on forgiving myself someday. I have a feeling when that day comes that I may be able to get ahold of this anxiety thing.
Give yourself permission to love yourself.