I have always been an anxious person, but ever since my last depressive episode, my anxiety has gotten worse–especially around sleep. Which is terrible, because I love sleep more than anything. I started having anxiety attacks in the middle of the night. Or when I’m trying to fall asleep. Or when I wake up. Or before, during, and after a nap. In fact, I refer to naps as demon sleep. But I rely on naps to make up for the sleep that I miss out on because of my 1 a.m. bedtime.
I don’t want to call these episodes panic attacks, because that does injustice to people who have full-blown panic attacks. I don’t feel like I’m dying or having a heart attack. I’m not completely debilitated. But it does hurt. It’s like I have a bunch of bees buzzing inside my body. Or I have the psychological equivalent of a high pitched noise in my head that I can’t turn off. Or I feel physically and emotionally paralyzed. Or I feel like someone has punched me in the heart. I think that’s why my chest muscles are so tight–I have to absorb anxiety’s blows to my body.
I’ve written about how obsessive I am and how easily my inner infant gets rattled. Those forms of anxiety are annoying, but I’ve gotten use to them. I’m learning to accept that they are just a part of how my brain works. But when I have an anxiety attack with no apparent trigger, I feel crazy and weak.
It’s funny, because if I’m talking to someone else, I can convince them that they don’t need a reason to be anxious or depressed. That their feelings are valid, even if they don’t make sense. That it doesn’t make them crazy or weak. And they feel better afterwards. But saying these things to myself doesn’t have the same effect.
I guess that’s why it helps to tell someone else. Because without someone else’s reassurance, it’s hard to release the power that your inner demons have over you. When it’s just you and your demons, they convince you that you’re letting yourself off the hook too easily. You’re just lying to yourself. You’re really a bad person.
Last week when I wrote the self-compassion post, I was beating myself up for my lame excuses for feeling depressed. But after I gave myself permission to write them down, they didn’t seem so lame. And then when I got all these messages from people asking me if I was OK, I started to feel like my suffering might be real. And then I felt better!
So I thought I would try it again this week. And I just took half of an Ativan for good measure.
Ativan! Cheers! I'm having a chunk of seroquel and 1mg of clonazepam.
Whatever does the trick, right?
I appreciate your blog. I struggled all my life with anxiety and other issues until two years ago when I found complete release and in the span of 48 hours all my lifelong anxiety literally evaporated and has never returned. I am a devotee of Dr. Albert Ellis and REBT. The release came when I pin pointed the irrational beliefs/philosophies, studied their origins and then realized the evidence supporting them didn't merit my continued adherence. The key to release was unlocking my past doxastic closed-mindedness. Now from empathy of having suffered so long and seeing others suffering I love helping others with their epistimologies and finding relief. I wish I had discovered the release much earlier in life. 🙂
Thanks, Mark! Glad to hear that he had such a profound impact on your mental health in such a short period of time.