Anxiety Disorders- what fresh hell

The mood was neither high nor low today.

The anxiety…was like a cannibal gnawing on human flesh with an insatiable appetite.
(Yeah,I know how to turn a phrase and paint a picture.)

Went to the shop while Bex took on spawn sitting and the neverending lice battle. I don’t like the word lice and all of its social stigma so…they shall be dubbed icky ickies.

In spite of a morning dose of Xanax, minute by minute,hour by hour, the anxiety boiled to the surface with no catalyst. Then came the jumpiness and paranoia. I started to have panic attacks when driving to get lunch and felt like the others cars were too close and made me feel boxed in and exposed. Anyone who looked my way suddenly became,in my mind, a potential threat. anxiety shot even higher.

My nerves are so bad, I am breaking out in hives more and more often. Oddly,once I calm down, the hives pretty much disappear except for my own clawing at my flesh leaving marks.
Got a killer stress stomach ache. Started feeling weak and woozy toward day’s end as the anxiety metastasized into this Staypuft marshmallow size panic.
A firetruck and ambulance went speeding down the streets sirens blaring…and I got even more nervous thinking,omg,is my place on fire.
(See,the shrink would declare this my personality and pessimism and letting my imagination go wild but…It only takes one time of literally waking up with a building on fire and firefighters pulling you out in your pajamas to traumatize you. I used to love the color red but since that incident…red is kind of a trigger color, reminds me of the fire.)

I sorta threw Bex under the bus and claimed she needed me home so she could have a break from the kid. It’s the only thing that will actually get R to shut up with the “One more thing…Oh, you need to do this before you go…Hey, can you do this…”
But I needed OUT of there, pronto. Being surrounded by non empathetic “suck it up and calm down” people during an anxiety episode isn’t tough love, it’s cruel and unusual punishment. Escape is the only real answer so they don’t make you feel even lousier for not being able to handle it.

So I fled the shop like a bank robber feeling a bank.

Once I was home in my safe space and had an hour or so to regroup…
I was fine. Other than being further imprinted with one more bad experience out in the petri dish.

The shrinks and counselors say shit like, get back on horse, you have to face your fears and learn to cope with the panic. No matter how many times it has happened. No matter that the anxiety is so bad it manifests itself with physical issues of great discomfort.
Pull yourself up by the boot straps and carry on.
Um…The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different outcome.
If I were to whack my thumb with a hammer a hundred times and go complaining that it resulted in physical pain…
I’d be advised to avoid hitting my thumb with a hammer.
But social anxiety and panic attacks that seem to strike randomly as well as when triggered- meh,suck it up and get over it. Get back on that horse.

I keep trying. It just never results in a different outcome. So what’s the fucking point? I’ve retrained my brain as much as I can. Maybe it’s some sort of new strain of post traumatic stress disorder. You see and experience nothing but criticism, misery, bad luck, and pain and it just etches a notch into your psyche and renders you a nervous basketcase.

Or for all I know, it could be the orange dye in boxed mac and cheese.

I just get sick of it being downplayed like no big deal because it’s not a big deal for others. Get sick of being treated without empathy and invalidated.

Meh.

On the plus-ish side…I had a third of a can of Mangorita left from last night so I drank it tonight. And had to force myself to take those last few sips because suddenly, it’s making me want to gag. No appeal at all.
Which means my manic/mixed episodes are cycling downward. I really don’t have a drinking problem (which is what everyone who drinks says.) But I actually went to the local rehab center over the years to discuss it with them and they said I am stress drinker who self medicates to handle anxiety and slow my brain down enough to calm down.
Winter is not just seasonal depression season.
It’s also my lower stress and anxiety season because I don’t like getting out in the cold or bad weather and nor do the masses. Without the added noise of excessive crowds and noise outside and traffic…
I calm down and drinking becomes this once in a blue moon take it or leave it thing. As it has manifested for years now. Of course, you can’t be honest with the shrink about it because they think more than one drink a year makes you an alcoholic.
In spite of their education and experience,I still think I know me better than anyone and I’ve been through this so many times, the pattern is well established.

I still haven’t worked up the nerve to call the dr office. I get so nervous prior to appointments and during them,it’s not something I relish. Especially since this current doctor seems hell bent on diagnosing a personality disorder to overshadow the bipolar when half the time, she’s not even reading the right chart.
If she had read my chart, she’d know about the seasonal depression that’s been going on for 30 years. She’d have wanted to see me sooner to ensure it’s not flaring up. If you can’t even study my medical history and be aware of lifelong issues…
Yeah,I’m not trusting any personality disorder diagnosis.

I’m ranting again and I had planned on this being a short post. One more thing I’m not good at. Faster Pussycat has an old song called “Babylon.”
“No, you won’t shut up, you’re just babbling on and on…”
That’s how my writing is, I guess.
It’s that attention deficit combined with a need to vent.
Oh,look a bunny.What’s that shiny thing? Do you have a bike? I like ice cream cones.
Hey, I know who I am, I have no delusions or illusions.

Not looking forward to calling the school tomorrow to tell them the kid still isn’t nit free. She’s not been cooperative and since I won’t use chemicals…It’s a process. But Bex has been helping a lot and I think we can get it done. In a few days. If the school has a problem with it,maybe they should keep a nit removal service on retainer to deal with this crap. And weekly nit checks during peak seasons.
But,nooo,it’s the parent’s problem to deal with the icky ickies and all their eggies and it’s supposed to be an instantaneous cure.
Meh. Fuck ’em. Their nit free policy is a good one, but when you’re half blind like me and trying to comb the underside of a screaming banshee’s hair…
If I could just one of those tables they kept Hannibal Lecter strapped to and put her face down so she can’t squirm and kick during combing…

As I said, I do know how to paint a picture.

Now…I have binged on the petri dish of society and life in general, purged, and I think it’s time to slither into my bed so I can turn around and do it all over again tomorrow.
Joy,joy, happy, happy.
Ass trash.

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One Response to “Anxiety Disorders- what fresh hell”

  1. I can’t be honest with my shrink about how much I drink. She said she’d start charging me if I didn’t stop drinking :/ I can’t afford to pay to see her. I don’t think I’m an alcoholic but I think some of us have a problem drinking because we have a life problem. Love to you.

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