I’m struggling at the moment with anxiety and panic attacks. I saw the dr on Friday to get my medication reviewed and she doubled it, with the possibility of it being raised again in a month if this new dosage doesn’t have an effect.
I’ve been trying to calm myself when a panic attack hits , but sometimes I do need my husband’s reassurance that everything is ok. And sometimes he can be the voice of reason that makes me think about things logically.
I’m up at the moment with dd and think I’ve got a bit of indigestion. I had a few sharp pains in the left side of my chest, which sent me into a panic, with a cold sweat and heart pounding. So, I asked dh to take dd so that I could just pull myself together and he turned nasty and snapped “you’re always fucking panicking!”
I started crying, refused to give him dd, and said that I wasn’t doing it on purpose and asked him to leave the room.
He always has the worst timing for making me feel like a failure and burden on him. I honestly don’t ask him to constantly reassure me, just when I can’t snap out of it. It’s as if he actually seems to think that I can control when the attacks hit.
So I’m now sat here cuddling dd, waiting for her to drift back off and feeling like such a burden to him, just for asking for a bit of help while I struggled 