Anxiety; a feeling of worry, nervousness, or unease, typically about an imminent event or something with an uncertain outcome.
For me, this is a feeling of everything I do is not good enough. What my mom would call a, “worry wart.”
Of course, over time, undiagnosed my worrying thoughts eventually grew into panic attacks and breakdowns.
Still for a long time this still continued to go “undiagnosed” as I just thought I was, “stressed out.” Putting a label on something that little did I know ended up being, GAD (Generalized Anxiety Disorder).
Yes, its a real diagnosis.
Kinda like what it sounds a “generalized” anxiety disorder – meaning you have anxiety like most
Unfortunately, its too late for me. It is learned. Its in my bones. I don’t know how to not be “me” – the way I am. The sad realization is that I will be on medication for the rest of my life 🙁
I have to say the worst part of it is though, is trying to find the right medication that works for “you”. This process sucks. Going from withdrawl to another as a result of switching meds can be pretty agonizing and this is spoken from a recovering addict.
Yes, you read right, I’m a recovering addict. I have been clean & drug-free for over 9 years. It’s still pretty crazy to think about that person I used to be…but it makes sense though, undiagnosed for so long time, my doctors told me that I was “self-medicating”…
Then I met my husband and I knew that it was time to change…so I did…
For another time…another post…
Final Note: I am still waiting for your stories to start rolling in, my email is firstname.lastname@example.org
Look forward to hearing from you…