Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 10:54 am
I know when my anxiety was very bad, I enjoyed reading about others who had successfully 'lived' through one of their worst fears, because I knew it had to be possible. As a person who is very prone to anxiety and that really fun (sarcasm) trait of having to feel in control at all times, controlling my coming and goings, etc, I am extremely terrified (one of my WORST fears) of tornadoes and severe thunderstorms, especially if I am at work or in a public place. I'm sure many of you can relate to this fear. Not only are there many unknowns and fears over "what if?" there is also that lovely loss of control feeling where you cannot leave and you aren't in your "safe place". I've been very good about becoming my safe person and feeling safe being myself where I am, but it's hard.
Saturday I am at work. I work at Best Buy on the sales floor. I heard the forecast predicted rain, maybe a few light storms, etc. It was sunny, blue sky, big white fluffy clouds. It was beautiful out, but very humid and hot. I worked a 9 hour shift, 12-9, which was fine. 5:30 rolls around and I notice that people are going outside and pointing at the sky. My heart skipped a beat and I felt a little flash of fear, but I was thinking to myself, alright, let's not get upset over nothing. So I decided to go out there too and see what everybody was looking at and gasping over. I step outside and worst fear confirmed, the sky to the north was COMPLETELY black/green and the clouds were VERY low to the ground, you could actually SEE a tunnel forming. My heart starts to pound. I'm thinking, ok I've got my keys, if I went home now I could beat the storm. I go up to my manager, trying to slow my breathing, and I tell him that I am deathly afraid of storms and he's like, "Okay, go sit down in the break room and get some water." What was I thinking he would say? "Oh okay Kari, go home now before the storm hits in 5 seconds!" So I pace around, my thoughts RACING. I can hear the thunder, and then I hear the tornado sirens go off.
I heard someone who suffered with anxiety once say, that the tornado sirens going off were an instant panic attack for them. That is how I feel, but considering how good I've been feeling lately, despite the occasional light anxiety and feelings of unreality, I didn't immediately panic. The general manager of the store, Jocelyn, who is the NICEST lady in the entire world, starts yelling for everybody to get in the break room (even customers) So now I'm thinking, great, I am stuck here, they're absolutely not going to let me leave, and I'm going to have to sit in a tiny room with EVERYBODY I work with AND all of the customers. Can you even imagine at that point what is going through my mind? And actually, you are all probably relating with me seeing as you are fellow sufferers or recovered from anxiety. Most people would think it was absolutely insane that I still wanted to go home, in the storm, with the sirens going off, but I did. And I know that everyone here will relate to that and fully understand. So anyways, everyone is filing into the tiny break room, and I am still pacing around, starting to cry at this point. (Which is absolutely horrifying, but when I have bad anxiety episodes, I cry) The general manager comes up to me, very concerned, and I am telling her as I gasp, that I am terrified of tornadoes.
I am lucky enough to actually work WITH my roommate, Ashley. A girl I work with, Carrie, (who knows me well and knows all about my anxiety) saw me white as a ghost talking with the general manager as I was crying, and she goes to Ashley, my roomie, "Ashley... Kari needs you, NOW!!" Ashley comes over to me and we all go into a small room, where eventually I calmed down. I wouldn't call it a panic attack, but it was definitely a STRONG "episode" of anxiety related to the storm and tornado. So we're in the room, the roof of the building is made of tin, and the rain and hail was so loud, I couldn't even hear anybody talking. I just kept doing my breathing and tried to think about other things besides wanting to run out of the building.
15 minutes pass by, and we get the all clear to come out. It took me at least 2 hours to register that I actually LIVED THROUGH a fear that I thought I would absolutely die and crumble apart if I ever had to endure it. The weekend prior, there was a tornado near my work (I work 20 minutes away from where I live) and my friends at work were text messaging me to tell me they were all in the break room, because I had that day off. I was NERVOUS and ANXIOUS just thinking about being in that situation and if someone would have said, "hey, Kari, next Saturday, it's going to happen when you're at work..." I honestly would have been very anxious over it all week and I would have dreaded it, I probably would have found a way to go home before it happened or I would have called in sick. That is how DEATHLY afraid I am of tornadoes and severe storms. I am really glad that it happened actually, because just knowing that I am capable of living through that, despite the mini emotional episode I had when it happened, it makes me feel so much better to say "ok it wasn't that fun, but I lived through it and I can live through it again!"
I just wanted to share this with you guys, because your worst fear is never as bad as you imagine it being and I am living proof of that.
Saturday I am at work. I work at Best Buy on the sales floor. I heard the forecast predicted rain, maybe a few light storms, etc. It was sunny, blue sky, big white fluffy clouds. It was beautiful out, but very humid and hot. I worked a 9 hour shift, 12-9, which was fine. 5:30 rolls around and I notice that people are going outside and pointing at the sky. My heart skipped a beat and I felt a little flash of fear, but I was thinking to myself, alright, let's not get upset over nothing. So I decided to go out there too and see what everybody was looking at and gasping over. I step outside and worst fear confirmed, the sky to the north was COMPLETELY black/green and the clouds were VERY low to the ground, you could actually SEE a tunnel forming. My heart starts to pound. I'm thinking, ok I've got my keys, if I went home now I could beat the storm. I go up to my manager, trying to slow my breathing, and I tell him that I am deathly afraid of storms and he's like, "Okay, go sit down in the break room and get some water." What was I thinking he would say? "Oh okay Kari, go home now before the storm hits in 5 seconds!" So I pace around, my thoughts RACING. I can hear the thunder, and then I hear the tornado sirens go off.
I heard someone who suffered with anxiety once say, that the tornado sirens going off were an instant panic attack for them. That is how I feel, but considering how good I've been feeling lately, despite the occasional light anxiety and feelings of unreality, I didn't immediately panic. The general manager of the store, Jocelyn, who is the NICEST lady in the entire world, starts yelling for everybody to get in the break room (even customers) So now I'm thinking, great, I am stuck here, they're absolutely not going to let me leave, and I'm going to have to sit in a tiny room with EVERYBODY I work with AND all of the customers. Can you even imagine at that point what is going through my mind? And actually, you are all probably relating with me seeing as you are fellow sufferers or recovered from anxiety. Most people would think it was absolutely insane that I still wanted to go home, in the storm, with the sirens going off, but I did. And I know that everyone here will relate to that and fully understand. So anyways, everyone is filing into the tiny break room, and I am still pacing around, starting to cry at this point. (Which is absolutely horrifying, but when I have bad anxiety episodes, I cry) The general manager comes up to me, very concerned, and I am telling her as I gasp, that I am terrified of tornadoes.
I am lucky enough to actually work WITH my roommate, Ashley. A girl I work with, Carrie, (who knows me well and knows all about my anxiety) saw me white as a ghost talking with the general manager as I was crying, and she goes to Ashley, my roomie, "Ashley... Kari needs you, NOW!!" Ashley comes over to me and we all go into a small room, where eventually I calmed down. I wouldn't call it a panic attack, but it was definitely a STRONG "episode" of anxiety related to the storm and tornado. So we're in the room, the roof of the building is made of tin, and the rain and hail was so loud, I couldn't even hear anybody talking. I just kept doing my breathing and tried to think about other things besides wanting to run out of the building.
15 minutes pass by, and we get the all clear to come out. It took me at least 2 hours to register that I actually LIVED THROUGH a fear that I thought I would absolutely die and crumble apart if I ever had to endure it. The weekend prior, there was a tornado near my work (I work 20 minutes away from where I live) and my friends at work were text messaging me to tell me they were all in the break room, because I had that day off. I was NERVOUS and ANXIOUS just thinking about being in that situation and if someone would have said, "hey, Kari, next Saturday, it's going to happen when you're at work..." I honestly would have been very anxious over it all week and I would have dreaded it, I probably would have found a way to go home before it happened or I would have called in sick. That is how DEATHLY afraid I am of tornadoes and severe storms. I am really glad that it happened actually, because just knowing that I am capable of living through that, despite the mini emotional episode I had when it happened, it makes me feel so much better to say "ok it wasn't that fun, but I lived through it and I can live through it again!"
I just wanted to share this with you guys, because your worst fear is never as bad as you imagine it being and I am living proof of that.