This is just a rant post really. I've name changed because my main account is very outing and I wouldn't want anyone from my family finding this. I hate, hate, hate the universe for giving me anxiety. It's the fucking worst. I would do anything to just take it away.
I started a new job recently after some time off due to ill health (not related to the anxiety!) and I haven't been able to sleep. I spend every morning before I go to work with my stomach churning, shaking, feeling sick, ringing in my ears, light headed, headaches, verging on tears constantly and nothing helps. No matter how much I pep talk myself and rationalise things and tell myself that nothing bad can happen, and even the worst case scenario isn't going to be life ending. But it doesn't matter, my brain won't listen, it's in pure fight or flight mode. I don't know how to convince it we're just going to work, not running away from a mountain lion.
I hate this so much. And the irony is I'm not a meek or shy or nervous person. Anyone meeting me would think me confident, calm and quite easygoing. I doubt they'd think "ah yes, this person has horrible anxiety". But under the surface is this absolute storm, and it's so exhausting keeping it in check that I come home from work and just pass out from exhaustion. I've lost 7lbs in 8 days because I can't eat before work and I'm too tired to eat after, so I'm just... Not really eating at all.
This has been a lifelong thing and I'm just so tired. I've tried different therapies and they help somewhat but they don't remove it. I've had no luck with medication, everything we've tried has 1) not gotten rid of the anxiety or 2) had such horrific side effects I was worse off for it. I exercise, I do yoga, I meditate. I've tried so much but nothing helps. The only things that numb it are also objectively bad for me (alcohol and CBD gummies). I'm fighting hard not to be dependent on either of those things. I already see my relationship with alcohol becoming unhealthy. I'm trying to just crack on with things because that's how I was raised - to push through mental health stuff, mind over matter. But my mind is TIRED.
I truly don't know how much longer I can live like this. I have MS, diagnosed in the last year, and if God descended from on high tomorrow and said he'd get rid of one or the other, I'd ask him to get rid of my anxiety in a heartbeat.