Excuse my rambling. Just feel the need to talk.
Its probably been posted hundreds of times before but I'm in need of support. I hide things so that nobody in real life would guess just how much I suffer with anxiety and how it affects my life. Dh knows, but even he probably doesn't know how all consuming it can be, coz I've had it for such a long time. I think I've worn him down over the years and he just tells me to go to the docs for medication. He's not being awful but doesn't know how to help me. DM knows I stress about things but again I hide it from her as I don't want her to worry about me.
I think I need therapy but can't bring myself to arrange it. I feel I should be able to sort myself out as I've got a good life and "what have I got to worry about?". I'm ashamed to be like this when I've got no real problems.
I read someone else saying on here that they have to justify being anxious so they attach it to something, be it a health symptom or an event in life. That is so me. I can't just be uneasy. I have to have a reason for this so it must be attached to something. Then I am allowed to be anxious? I totally relate to that idea.
I am sick of thinking that things will go wrong. What if this happens, then this will happen etc etc. I'm not scared to go out and do stuff or anything but every so often I just go off on one. Then I can think of nothing else. I can say that 99% of my major worries in the past never happened. I worry about something excessively then when this thing is resolved, I calm down and it's back to normal till the next thing. I do have lengthy periods when I am ok but then something happens and sets me off. I may have inherited this from my dad. I never saw him as being anxious but he was very cautious, worked and liked to stay in his little bubble at home, never venturing far or taking any risks.
I've had telephone cbt before. That's about all I could handle as it was kind of anonymous. I was no good though. The "therapist" was just reading off a script and it was a box ticking excercise and I wasn't honest and in the end I was just telling her what she wanted to hear. I was pretty clued up on the subject as well so there was nothing there that I didn't already know.
Really what is the point of worrying about things that might never happen. It's such a waste.
Thanks for reading if you got this far. Hope some others can understand and relate.