NOTE FROM CHARLIE: So, as you may be able to tell, I’m not the author of this post. Unfortunately, I’ve been left in a state today where I’m not able to write a post for the blog, so I asked Heather to write something for me. And so she wrote a little thing on various Anxiety Disorders, as you’ll soon find out. I should be writing next weeks post, but until then, enjoy this post 🙂
I’m going to be writing about anxiety disorder. Anxiety is the main symptom of several conditions, including panic disorder, phobias, post-traumatic stress disorder and social anxiety disorder. I have had experience of all of the above, which is what makes this a topic that I know a fair amount about.
Generalised anxiety disorder is a long-term anxiety that is non-specific, and is almost constant anxiety, resulting in both mental and physical symptoms.
With social anxiety disorder you become very anxious about what other people may think of you, or how they may judge you. You fear that you will act in an embarrassing way, and that other people will think things about you, or judge you, that you’re stupid, ugly, crazy and so on and if you go to the feared situation you become very anxious and distressed, possibly resulting in panic attacks. (A topic that I’ll certainly write about at a later date)
For me, my anxiety disorder was the constant throughout the last four years of my life, peaking and falling at various times. For now, I’m in recovery, but I’m going to tell you about my experience with anxiety.
Leaving the house is something most people do every day, at least once. But at one of my lower times, it was as if there was an invisible wall there. This is a pretty common analogy used to describe anxiety, but it’s almost as though there’s a wall there, that you can’t see, and you don’t have any idea whatsoever how to get over it. Everyone else can just walk straight through it, and they don’t see why you can’t, you just have to stay there and watch everyone else leave. For me, leaving the house was like climbing a mountain, and when you’d left, it didn’t get better, everything just got worse and a lot more difficult. Everything was new, and scary, and there was always the constant familiar “what if?” scenarios running through my head, accompanied by the threatening “[bad thing] is going to happen”. Hence, leaving the house wasn’t ideal for me, but I had to do it, and conquering that made everything else seem achievable.
Being told “you can do it!” is not only helpful, but frustrating, and it seemed impossible at times, but as I’m often told, anything is possible.