Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 1:30 pm
Hello all,
I just have some things on my mind and want to vent...here goes...
so I beleive I've had anxiety for as long as I can remember. It's changed some in what I'm focused on, but I guess all have the same scared feeling...dying.
I can remember when I was little washing my hands a lot because I feared that if I got something on them (like gas) and then if I touched my mouth or something it would make me sick.
When I got older I remember first being scared that a fire would break out in my house. I would stay up nights because of it. Then it progressed into dieases.
Now every ache and pain I have is something bad. If I have a headache it's going to be an anurisum. If my arm feels numb it's a heart attack.
About a year ago my anxiety reared it's ugly head. I found the show Friends, and scrapbooking helped. Then my boyfriend of 5 years proposed and I became distracted planning my wedding. So for 6 months I was ok. Then about two months after the wedding I had my first panic attack. The receptionist at work was going on vacation for two weeks, and me, being the former receptionist, was stuck covering while she was gone. Now what you have to understand is that while I was the receptionist I hated it. I loathed it. I begged to be moved to another position. I would dream about going into work and wake up anxious. Finally they hired someone and gave me another position (but they didn't tell me they hired anyone until the day she showed up) So needless to say I was not looking forward to going back up to that desk. I asked another former receptionist if she would split the time with me and she declined. I can't say that I blame her. So my first day at the front desk...my boss walks in and wonders where Tanya is. I said she is on vacation for two weeks. My boss had no idea. Then my next question was how I was supposed to do my regular job because part of my job was to be on the phone, and to fax and copy and I obviously can't do that at the front desk. (and if you haven't figured it out yet, yes, I was supposed to do my full time job and hers) So the solution was to have my lunch backup(which also happened to be the friend that I asked to help me) come up and cover me for two hours. Now I was supposed to take an hour lunch break so that only gave me an hour to work on everything else. That was an impossible thing to do. Then it became said to me in not so many words that the two hours that she came up to the front was to be spent at my desk working on my stuff. So basically I wasn't allowed to take a lunch. I worked ten hours one day without a lunch. And no one cared, no one offered to help. One of the other ladies in my department was leaving the company and that was the excuse I got for them not being able to help me. So again I had dreams about going, I dreading going back from the time I got home until the next morning. Then one night I was in the shower and all of a sudden I couldn't breath. I was having a panic attack. Once the receptionist came back I would sit at my desk and worry about my health. I would go home and sit in front of the tv. My husband didn't know what to do. I felt alone, and very frustrated. I finally saw a doc, and I decided to quit. No job was worth it. I don't regret doing it.
The doc put me on Zoloft, but after talking to my uncle who is a chiropractor he recommened a natural herb, passion flower. Which I started taking, and I like better than zoloft. I think it helps some, but not as much as I wish it would.
Once I quit that helped. I stayed at home for two weeks and relaxed and read a lot. I loved to sit outside.
There was still a lot of pressure on me though. My husband is wanting to move to AZ from OH. I'm very close to my parents and my friends and I was having a hard time with the whole situation. So I had to tell my parents about the move (and they are not happy) and sign papers to put our house up for sale. STRESSFUL!
After two weeks I stated looking for a job. I was lucky and found one at a wedding shop. It's what I wanted, but they didn't pay well. And now my hours have been cut A LOT and now it just isn't worth me being there. So now I'm looking again, and I stressed because we have no money. And because of that my husband wants to go ahead and go to AZ. Apparently there is a job out there where he can make a lot of money. I just can't think of him leaving for months at a time.
And I was pregnant last month, but I lost it. I wouldn't have known that I was pregnant if I hadn't taken a test so I've definitly decided not to take one until I know for sure that my period is way late.
So these past few days I've been sitting at home, which I'm sure doesn't help. And all I can think of is that my leg feels numb, and sometimes my arm. And I get twinges of pain in my head and in my back.
I've finally started the program. I've listened to the first cd twice and did the homework, and I've listed to the 2nd session and I just listened to the relaxation cd today, but it's not helping. And I don't feel like I can talk to my husband becuase he sort of makes fun of me, or doesn't give me the support I need.
I then I wonder how am I supposed to know when something really is wrong? I am afraid that people will just say it's my anxiety.
Well I know this is long, but it feels good to get it out. I'd love feedback, additional venting, advice, whatever you think will help!
Thanks for listening
I just have some things on my mind and want to vent...here goes...
so I beleive I've had anxiety for as long as I can remember. It's changed some in what I'm focused on, but I guess all have the same scared feeling...dying.
I can remember when I was little washing my hands a lot because I feared that if I got something on them (like gas) and then if I touched my mouth or something it would make me sick.
When I got older I remember first being scared that a fire would break out in my house. I would stay up nights because of it. Then it progressed into dieases.
Now every ache and pain I have is something bad. If I have a headache it's going to be an anurisum. If my arm feels numb it's a heart attack.
About a year ago my anxiety reared it's ugly head. I found the show Friends, and scrapbooking helped. Then my boyfriend of 5 years proposed and I became distracted planning my wedding. So for 6 months I was ok. Then about two months after the wedding I had my first panic attack. The receptionist at work was going on vacation for two weeks, and me, being the former receptionist, was stuck covering while she was gone. Now what you have to understand is that while I was the receptionist I hated it. I loathed it. I begged to be moved to another position. I would dream about going into work and wake up anxious. Finally they hired someone and gave me another position (but they didn't tell me they hired anyone until the day she showed up) So needless to say I was not looking forward to going back up to that desk. I asked another former receptionist if she would split the time with me and she declined. I can't say that I blame her. So my first day at the front desk...my boss walks in and wonders where Tanya is. I said she is on vacation for two weeks. My boss had no idea. Then my next question was how I was supposed to do my regular job because part of my job was to be on the phone, and to fax and copy and I obviously can't do that at the front desk. (and if you haven't figured it out yet, yes, I was supposed to do my full time job and hers) So the solution was to have my lunch backup(which also happened to be the friend that I asked to help me) come up and cover me for two hours. Now I was supposed to take an hour lunch break so that only gave me an hour to work on everything else. That was an impossible thing to do. Then it became said to me in not so many words that the two hours that she came up to the front was to be spent at my desk working on my stuff. So basically I wasn't allowed to take a lunch. I worked ten hours one day without a lunch. And no one cared, no one offered to help. One of the other ladies in my department was leaving the company and that was the excuse I got for them not being able to help me. So again I had dreams about going, I dreading going back from the time I got home until the next morning. Then one night I was in the shower and all of a sudden I couldn't breath. I was having a panic attack. Once the receptionist came back I would sit at my desk and worry about my health. I would go home and sit in front of the tv. My husband didn't know what to do. I felt alone, and very frustrated. I finally saw a doc, and I decided to quit. No job was worth it. I don't regret doing it.
The doc put me on Zoloft, but after talking to my uncle who is a chiropractor he recommened a natural herb, passion flower. Which I started taking, and I like better than zoloft. I think it helps some, but not as much as I wish it would.
Once I quit that helped. I stayed at home for two weeks and relaxed and read a lot. I loved to sit outside.
There was still a lot of pressure on me though. My husband is wanting to move to AZ from OH. I'm very close to my parents and my friends and I was having a hard time with the whole situation. So I had to tell my parents about the move (and they are not happy) and sign papers to put our house up for sale. STRESSFUL!
After two weeks I stated looking for a job. I was lucky and found one at a wedding shop. It's what I wanted, but they didn't pay well. And now my hours have been cut A LOT and now it just isn't worth me being there. So now I'm looking again, and I stressed because we have no money. And because of that my husband wants to go ahead and go to AZ. Apparently there is a job out there where he can make a lot of money. I just can't think of him leaving for months at a time.
And I was pregnant last month, but I lost it. I wouldn't have known that I was pregnant if I hadn't taken a test so I've definitly decided not to take one until I know for sure that my period is way late.
So these past few days I've been sitting at home, which I'm sure doesn't help. And all I can think of is that my leg feels numb, and sometimes my arm. And I get twinges of pain in my head and in my back.
I've finally started the program. I've listened to the first cd twice and did the homework, and I've listed to the 2nd session and I just listened to the relaxation cd today, but it's not helping. And I don't feel like I can talk to my husband becuase he sort of makes fun of me, or doesn't give me the support I need.
I then I wonder how am I supposed to know when something really is wrong? I am afraid that people will just say it's my anxiety.
Well I know this is long, but it feels good to get it out. I'd love feedback, additional venting, advice, whatever you think will help!
Thanks for listening