Constant worry and fears?
I can’t seem to shake these thoughts or feelings. Everyone around me thinks I just worry way to much.. I got into a pretty bad car accident when I was 15, The cops told us we should have all been dead. Prior to this car accident I was a care free person I lived my life and I had fun. After the accident I suppose that is when I started to worry about dieing all the time, and any little thing would put me into panic like heart burn for example I was sure it was something more, Any little pain I knew it was something serious.. after a few years I was only getting worse litterally going to the ER thinking I was having a heart attack, Or a blood clot once a month. Always being sent away told it was just a panic attack. I am 24 I have a 1 year old boy and I just moved to a different state with my fiance, Since the move I have been having anxiety attacks to the extreme, Im away from all my family he is at work all day and I am a stay at home mom alone all day. Recently I have been getting sudden panic attacks for no reason they came out of nowhere when I was not even stressing.. I am at my breaking point this has taken over my life, I haven’t lived in the past 9 years and I now have a baby to put first. Does anyone have any advice on what I could do to reduce these thoughts, and fears. Besides medication. Is there anyone out there that has over come this?? Or is this hopeless?
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you need to see a Pychiatrist. (MD) There is medication available for this
Sounds like Generalized Anxiety Disorder. Nothing major. Could also be Panic Disorder. Go to your doctor. He/she will probably suggest pills (like zoloft, ativan, xanax…) or they may suggest general therapy sessions to understand the problem. I take Zoloft and ocassionally Ativan for GAD. I feel a lot better than before. I promise that just going to your doctor will provide some sort of relief. Good luck
Hi. My name is Megan. I am 17. I am not going through the same situation as you, but recently I got out of an abusive relationship. I know it is not the same, but its nice to relate with someone, because it has only been 2 months for me. I know that people in your situation will be okay, I know it. Maybe I am just an optimist… but I really think that you can get past this.
Seeing a psychiatrist might help. That is what everyone keeps telling me, and I keep telling people I will go when I am ready. But I suppose it might be helpful. If you are having anxiety than I suggest having emergency plans just in case something bad might happen. For example get a fire escape plan ready for your family.
Also, I HIGHLY suggest for your anxiety/fear to pick up some sport. You do not have to be athletic, but just going for a short jog with your son, or doing yoga or pilates.That is what helps me. I also run track, so I have always looked at exercise as something very therapeutic.
Good luck. It will be okay. Just keep telling yourself that.
I WROTE A SHORT STORY…WELL A LONG ONE…
I am not a professional doctor of any kind, but I have been to many. Even an institution, b/c nobody could figure out what I was going through. I had it bad b/c I was born with ADHD, by the time I was four I at least had depression. I was harming my self physically, and contemplating suicide by age 7, and experienced a death of a classmate I liked. My family member who knew what happened was kind enough to share the gruesome details. After that it only got worse. I had the disadvantage of not knowing that what was happening wasn’t normal. Most people, who are seeking help, haven’t figured out as much as you have. Some are completely clueless. You have a huge advantage. To anyone who says just go to a psychiatrist, which would be best…should add the fact that you need to be careful not all “professionals” deserve their title. I’m sure there is a huge possibility that you are aware of that, but hearing it twice shouldn’t hurt. I’ve been pushed around by many “professionals” for reasons that I found to be obvious later in life. After all of my experiences, I’ve found that real people, who can relate are the best advice givers. Especially once they have found their way out. They tend to be the most honest, b/c you have to be honest with yourself in order to figure out what exactly is going on. A psychiatrist may pretend to know everything, and since they have studied the brain they can easily make you believe you have a problem that you do not have. Main reason being, money…you may have to switch meds multiple times because you are being treated for something that is not there. More meds, more visits, more money. They can also through things at you, just ’cause they are having one of those days, they just don’t care, etc. Some do, the hardest part about the process to a mental recovery is finding the right person to care for you. You can find that person though, and you’ll know. Long story short…every therapist, psychiatrist, doctor of any kind that deals with metal disorders has asked me about a member of my family, b/c they know I was abused. One thing I knew was that person did not love me just b/c they were a family member, but they all said she did. Except for the psychiatrist I’m seeing now. I tested them to find out who was actually doing their job, and not just talking out their ass. I knew, but never said, and this guy took two things I said and told me a summary of my life story, needless to say I was in shock. Some random facts about myself: I’ve abused multiple drugs. I was physically, emotionally, verbally, and sexually abused by age 10. At age 14 I lost a friend in a car crash, and was told the details by someone who did not know it was someone I knew…and that was how I found out about the death. By age 15 I needed something to keep me from loosing it; I became scared of myself…so I turned to others (in all the wrong ways). Sex, alcohol, and drugs. I never had a reason as for whom, what or why. I was also in a car accident at age 15, we also got lucky, I was with ppl who were all at their breaking point, we were wasted and speeding on the back roads that were covered with ice…once we crashed and realized we were okay we laughed it off, and took off again. 16-17, I was high almost everyday, at school, at home, I really didn’t care. Half the time I did not know what I was taking…I figured it could make me feel better, or kill me…I didn’t care as long as It did not make me sick. At age 17 I began a relationship with someone who was mentally, and verbally abusive. 18-19 another mentally and verbally abusive relationship, I fell in love with someone else who was honest, and a true friend (hard to find). I had known him for years, but one of us was always turned away. Finally he asked me out on a date, but I had entered the abusive relationship b/c I couldn’t wait I was scared to be alone. He did not get upset or mad at least around me, and he supported my relationship b/c he didn’t know about the negative aspects…he never met him. He said he wanted to, I’m glad he did not. He also died in a car accident. And the events that followed up to that, led me to a choice of life or death, and I decided he did everything he wanted to do, except leave that town where he is now buried. I had always been depressed and one of the worst things ever just happened, and I found out through that experience that sometimes, for certain things meds aren’t needed(there were a few moments when I pulled through on my own, and that provided hope)…We were so close that some of my actions and even thoughts were the same as his, and we both had the same dream, to leave, the last time I was in that town I was standing in front of his grave more excited than I have ever been. The next thing I knew I was on a plane to go see someone that man I was in love with approved of, my father. His death changed my life, and if he wouldn’t have died, I wouldn’t have lived. At age 20 I requested a detailed evaluation b/c it wasn’t over, I had to go back to when I was small, b/c I began to realize just how many years I spent pretending to live. I was diagnosed: Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Panic Disorder, Agoraphobia, Mania, Schizophrenia (commonly mistaken fore multiple personality disorder), and adhd. I was drawn to your question b/c I’m pretty sure you have the first three. I’m not a doctor, but I know more about disorders than most of them I’ve met. Those three are all connected in some way. One other thing…those things can definitely help turn you into a hypochondriac. I’ve had experience with that also. I used to hate the idea of medication, but if you find out you need it, all of those things can be treated together…a single pill, most likely. If they weren’t to start you out on a single pill, I would walk away. If they say you need more right away they are bullshitting you. You might not need anything that strong believe it or not, maybe…but I’ve known a lot of people with intense anxiety, which have panic attacks daily including myself. A klonopin seems to work well for a lot of ppl. Those are my favorite, the anxiety goes away, and therefore no panic attack. If that isn’t right there are many more types of meds, and anxiety can make it hard for someone to face a professional, or anyone for that matter, in order to tell them what you think (you need). There are some small things you can do to help, I’ll provide a link. Research, research, research…the better you know what’s going on with yourself the better it gets. The purpose of telling about some of the things I’ve been through, and all of the disorders that I was diagnosed with, and repeating RESEARCH was…I figured it out by myself, suggested my own medication…and everything is great…it feels better than perfect b/c I never really lived life to it’s fullest until now. Believe or not, there is always hope! I also wanted to share a lot, now that I figured it out. Some others may come across the post and find something helpful. If anybody wants to know anything about something dealing with mental disorders, and you think I can help, feel free to ask.