I’ve always struggled with my mental health, but things have really taken a nose dive right now. I’m off work because I absolutely cannot function, can’t sleep or eat properly (although I force myself to because I’ve lost weight and look awful, almost haunted).
This all started in January this year. I was doing well managing my anxiety and low mood and had just found a lovely new job. On the way to work one day I randomly collapsed in the middle of the road and was taken to the resuscitation department in A&E. I was very agitated and tried to get up to leave and a nurse said “well you can try but you’re at risk of cardiac arrest right now”. I kept asking if I was going to die and I couldn’t feel my heart beating. After the morning spent there, I was given loads of tests and discharged in the afternoon to follow up with GP. So obviously nothing life threatening. Well, I’m still waiting for referrals now because of waiting lists (which I understand because obviously mine is not a priority)
Since this happened I have not left the house once on my own. I hang onto my partner’s arm if we have to walk anywhere, but I will mostly avoid it. I can’t go into busy places where I cannot see an exit, supermarkets seem too stimulating and I end up having panic attacks, I have night terrors and wake up at 3am most nights and struggle to get back off, I’ve lost my appetite and can’t seem to find anything that gives me enjoyment. When I see news stories of people fainting in public it makes me physically tremble and sometimes vomit. I am forever checking my pulse, dizzy and lightheaded.
it’s not just in public either - in my house I will lie down most of the time so I can’t faint, I spend most of my time sleeping to get through the day. Random images of waking up on the floor or all the staff around me in A&E frequently come into my head.
I constantly discuss what happened with anyone who will listen - asking what they think happened in the minutes after I collapsed or whether it is normal to have no warning signs. It frightens me how out of my control it was.
I went back to work the day after it happened and work constantly up to 3 weeks ago when all these symptoms just intensified to the point of being debilitating.
i know it doesn’t sound so scary and I’m almost embarrassed it’s affected me so much, but I feel like I have a genuine physically rooted stress response that won’t go away. I keep saying to myself well it was a one off, nothing bad will happen if it happens, everyone helped you last time. I’ve had CBT but it didn’t really help. I know my behaviours and thoughts are irrational, but when the “panic” strikes in public or even when I’m waking up gasping for air, I can’t rationalise it to myself.
i hate living like this, it’s been 9 months of my life, and no matter how hard I try nothing gets better