For decades (well, if I’m truly honest, since childhood) I have struggled with anxiety, ocd behaviours, panic disorders and overthinking.
I have always tried to just cope. Truth is that I don’t cope, I struggle with everything. The anxiety turns physical and I live with constant aches, pains, a terrible gut which rules my life and causes me more anxiety (endless tests just keep coming back as anxiety induced IBS) and general every day feeling of shittiness.
I have tried everything to elevate all of this:- endless CBT and counselling, EMDR, hypnotherapy, foods, relaxation, mindfulness etc etc etc but the truth is that I think some of us are just born this way?
No amount of positive thinking, changing my thought processes completely ever eases this.
For me it’s like keeping a weedy garden clear, you can keep it at bay by constantly pulling out the weeds but they keep growing back. I know deep down that the only real solution for me is probably antidepressants, maybe they will be like the Roundup I need to finally tackle my weed-ridden brain garden?!
However, and in true full on anxiety style, I am petrified of antidepressants. I have had endless prescriptions given and as soon as I pluck up the courage to take them I will Google reviews (I know) and find endless reviews of people stating these drugs have caused them all kind of additional issues such as terrible diarrhoea (I have awful IBS at the best of times, the thought of that getting worse terrifies me), dizziness, being out into a zombie-like state, headaches, malaise etc and wishing they had never taken them. I know no one who has a great time with anything will take to the internet to sing its praises, they are gleefully getting on with their lives but tell my brain that, it sucks up the negatives like a giant sponge.
But I’m struggling so much and don’t know what else to do to feel like I can enjoy the rest of my life. I’m 51 and want to enjoy what I’ve got left. I have spent the last 51 years in a state of anxiety and general anxiousness over everything about life and living.
I am sitting here looking at my latest box of antidepressants and knowing they will probably join the giant drawer of unopened medicines because of my fear and I am so fucking angry with myself.