It's been almost nine years. And I've been battling anxiety throughout the years. At first, I thought it was "normal" due to my nature of work until I found out I became irritated, depressed and feel like killing everybody who pissed me. I used to cry out of the blue every time I'm alone; be it when I'm driving or at the mall shopping. Sometimes I cry when there are people around me, but, I fought my tears back. I jumped from one company to another in an effort to kill the anxiety which I thought was caused by being stuck in the same stressful work environment.
So I landed a job in publishing company.
And I thought the anxiety died there. It didn't. The work nature at this company was worse
and for the first time in my life, I had to take anti-stress pills. Although the doctor prescribed only two pills, but, still. Long story short, I quit.
I went unemployed for a year, working at my sister's house as her help while figuring out what to do with my life. And then I found my dream job. I became a translator for TV programs. I was happy, although I still have those panic attacks but they were only work related.
Until this year. First two months into 2017 was the happiest I'd ever been. I don't remember the last time I hum or sing while walking around and do stuff. I was so confident that my anxiety had died. And I was happy. Came March, and the anxiety came marching in. More like barging in, I'd say.
My low blood sugar made things worst. I had anxiety attacks almost on a daily basis. My heart palpitated one night that I had to rush to the clinic at 2 am just to make sure that I wasn't going to die of a heart attack. Long story short, after multiple visits to various clinics, I finally agreed to go see a psychiatry.
I have people who are supportive and I'm grateful for that. I don't know if imaginary friends count but, hey, at least I have someone to talk to. But, there are friends who I thought would be the most understanding of my condition seem to be brushing me off. Like, they don't understand how can a person get panic attacks without anything triggering it. Hello, IT'S A DISORDER! They don't come on appointments, they just barging in like those rude, bad mannered friends crashing your couch uninvited. And there's nothing you can do to stop them.
It's really disappointing you know, when that one person you've been looking up to (read: the guy you have a crush on) also does the same. Saying that my stories of my anxiety/panic attacks are nothing short of corny. And I was embarrassed. Like, what I am now, an attention seeker? I don't think so.
This anxiety stuff made me shut myself down from other people. How does that make me an attention seeker? Wait, am I overthinking it now?
All I'm feeling now is like I'm chained to something unseen that stopped me from reaching out to people and living my life. Yes, anxiety made me a careful and compassionate person but trapped. And you feel lonely because you feel like people are pushing you away because of your mental illness.
And you feel lonely because you think nobody wants you to disturb them anymore when you really need to talk to someone. It's like hanging from a vine where it can rupture anytime and you'll fall below and die, while the leaves and the fruits are just looking at you while you struggle to stay alive and eventually die.