The What-ifs

Oh, the possibilities.  The terrifying, mind-consuming, up-all-night plethora of scenarios that range from common worries to the most absurd of ideas. Although, if you suffer from anxiety, those absurd ideas seem like perfectly logical things to worry about. Right? 

If I had to make a list of the top five things that keep me up late and consume me with heart-gripping fear, this would be it:

1. Someone/something harming my children. 

Kidnappers. Child molesters. Murderers. Human traffickers. People like Adam Lanza. All of the evil people in the world who could potentially turn their attention on my two beautiful, precious daughters. Maybe if I didn't watch so many episodes of NCIS and, years ago, Law & Order: SVU (BAD idea) I wouldn't be plagued with the amount of sheer terror I feel when I think about someone trying to hurt my children. I think what makes it worse is the sense of helplessness that engulfs me when these fears arise. I can't be with them 24/7, obviously, and although while at school I know they're reasonably safe, the fear stays with me. The thought of someone taking my children, and me being unable to get to them, to not know if they were okay, to think they could be hurt in any way, consumes me at times, leaving me in desperate prayers that God will dispatch every angel possible to protect my kids from any and every harm. 

Though I occasionally worry about illnesses harming my children, those thoughts do not grip me as severely as the others.  Another fear that goes with the worry about my kids...

2. Fire.

Almost every night, specifically during the Fall/Winter months when we need additional heat because our old house is drafty, I worry about fire. 

Our bedroom is reasonably close to our daughters' shared bedroom, but between us is the kitchen and the space heater that adds heat to their room. I find myself checking and re-checking the smoke detectors, fearing they might prove faulty in the event of a fire.  I worry that I will be sleeping and they will suffer smoke inhalation. I worry the fire will start in their room with bad wiring and I will be unable to get to them in time. I have no qualms about putting myself in harm's way to save my children from fire, but it's the idea of not being able to protect them that causes me the most fear, I think. 

3. Car accidents.

I HATE the interstate. Hate it, hate it, hate it. I used to have an hour commute to work via the interstate, and nearly every day there was an accident. Most were minor, but there were times when an accident claimed several lives and backed up the interstate for hours at a time. A specific incident that stays with me occurred several years ago in which a family of four were rear-ended by a van, and the collision resulted in the family's van spinning around and being hit head-on by a garbage truck.  The entire family was killed. Accidents like this happen nearly every day, and again, the helplessness of being unable to predict who we will be driving next to on the roads causes a build up of anxiety in me that lasts for days prior to any planned trip of considerable distance. 

Even a visit to my in-laws, who live an hour and a half away, means days of anxiety for me, and I spend an excessive amount of time thinking up excuses for why we shouldn't go. Vacations cause even more anxiety. I often worry that we'll be killed in a car accident on the way there. I don't generally worry about the trip back, though, which has always confused me. 

4. Shootings.

As the number of random attacks of gun violence increases with each passing year, my fear of being in the wrong place at the wrong time has become yet another worry that keeps me up at night. Any time I am in a store - be it grocery, clothing or convenience - and someone who seems agitated or gives off a creepy vibe enters, I immediately tense, fearing the worst. I start to assess possible exits, my closeness to the person in question and the likelyhood of getting away safely if they did, in fact, open fire. If my kids are with me, I have to fight the urge to just take them and leave immediately. 

5. Dying. 

This is one that I think most anxiety sufferers deal with on a daily basis. I constantly worry about dying.  Not for myself, because I am a Christian and believe in Heaven. I worry about my husband, my kids.  As I've mentioned before, I fear how my death would affect my children, who are still so young. I worry about my husband's grief and his ability to care for our children without me there.  Let's be honest, Moms do most of the work (generally - I know there are dads out there who do a great deal of the parenting work). I'm not even sure my husband could handle getting the girls up, dressed and fed for school every day.  Homework, laundry, cleaning, baths, remembering to feed the dog, pay the bills, etc.  Granted, these are all minor things that obviously he could handle - if not right away, eventually.  Of course, my mother, sisters and family would step in and help him with the girls.  I know the grief of my family would not last forever, and they would move on with their lives as I would want them to. Regardless, I still fear leaving them. 

Writing these fears out makes me feel a little ridiculous about myself and my irrational worries, yet at the same time they are truly the things that keep me up at night, and I started this blog to be entirely honest with myself.  My hope is that someday, somehow I will be able to reduce these fears to an acceptable level, a level that does not consume me and take sleep away.  

The In-between

You know what I mean. 

Those moments where you're a few days out from your most recent anxiety attack, and from all indications you're on your way to feeling almost normal again.  You can't fully relax, though, because you feel like you have to be cautious.  You have to be vigilant in what you watch on television, what you read, what types of conversations you participate in.  It's the proverbial eggshell you're walking on because you don't want to inadvertently trigger another panic attack, and you're not sure what insignificant word or feeling might bring on the anxiety again. 

That's where I've been since yesterday. After a horrible day-after hangover on Thursday, I woke up with the TGIF feeling, having slept soundly the night before. I decided to get out of the house with my mother, so we spent the day shopping and planning for an upcoming event with my daughters. I was able to converse and laugh with her, yet at the same time I kept the nagging thought that I must be SO careful to prevent another attack. 

I avoided reading the news, I didn't catch up on my guilty pleasure shows Pretty Little Liars and Ravenswood because if there ever were shows to cause anxiety, it's those two.  I focused all of my energy on being lighthearted and relaxed, yet felt the constant threat of a return. A momentarily stressful moment came late in the afternoon, and I almost held my breath in anticipation of the panic that would surely follow.  Fortunately my body didn't betray me, and I was able to force myself to relax and put the stress aside for the remainder of the night. I managed to go to bed at a reasonable hour and enjoyed a full night's sleep interruption-free. 

So today, yet another day out from the attack, I'm feeling more optimistic and cheerful, without having to force it. I'm looking forward to the long weekend with my girls thanks to the late Dr. King, some NFL football tomorrow and the pleasure of a clean house (for the moment). 

Here's to getting past the in-between and back to the normal. Or, normal for me. 

Mood Lifter

I read this scripture in my daily Bible reading and it made me smile. I thought I'd share it and maybe it would make someone else smile, as well. Happy Friday! 

I'm Fine

Those of us who deal with anxiety disorder know the Louis Vuitton collection of baggage that comes with those two seemingly insignificant words.  You know what I'm talking about.  The I'm not really fine but I don't want to try to explain anxiety and panic attacks for the one hundredth time to people who can't/won't understand what I mean, plus it's just better for everyone if I go on and act like all is well then maybe the anxiety will go away act we put on in front of our coworkers, friends, strangers at the grocery store, even our families and spouses. 

Sometimes it's easier than others to push the anxiety, the worry to the back shelf of our minds and focus on the distractions and daily aspects of life. Some days I'm in the middle of a completely perfect day when I suddenly realize that I have not had any anxiety-related thoughts or fears for hours, or even days or weeks.  Those moments fill me with a huge sense of appreciation and thanks to God for the brief vacation from crazy town (this is how I refer to my brain after/during panic attacks because I joke about things as a coping mechanism. Just go with it). 

Other times, especially after a significantly intense attack, I find myself struggling to be social with my family and friends. I contribute to the conversations and genuinely attempt to participate in whatever discussion is going on, but my mind refuses to relinquish the anxious thoughts, the worry, the sense of doom. As a result, my halfhearted efforts are usually noticed by one or more of my family/friends and then I have to pretend I'm tired or have a headache, etc., some believable reason as to why I'm not "my usual self." My usual self being the laid back, humorous goof who generally talks too much. I guess if I were naturally a shy, grumpy person it wouldn't be so difficult to mask the aftereffects of anxiety attacks.  It almost feels like an emotional, physical hangover.  My body still feels the physical responses of the attack, and my emotions are delicately balancing between "okay" and "I just might cry over a Hallmark commercial." It's a difficult act to put on, and today I found myself wondering why I work so hard to hide my anxiety from others. 

I know there is no longer the stigma surrounding anxiety and other mental/emotional disorders that existed just a few years ago. More people are educated about it, and many more people suffer from anxiety disorders now than we can even know. I'm almost positive several of my family members and friends deal with anxiety and/or depression, yet we never discuss it.  Are we afraid people will think we're crazy? Overdramatic? Attention-seekers? Do we think people will look at us differently if they know our secret? 

I've been trying to find ways to explain anxiety to people like my mother, who really makes an effort to understand it but simply cannot get that it's not some switch you can turn off and just "get over it" after a panic attack. She's also adamantly anti-medication about things like anxiety and depression. Then there are others, like my grandmother who is firmly set in her very old-school ways, and trying to explain panic attacks to her is like teaching an elephant to ride a tricycle. Ain't gonna happen. 

I'm sure my friends would be very understanding and supportive, because like me, many of them have family who suffer with similar disorders, and also because I surround myself with people who are open-minded and nonjudgmental.  Despite this, I still refrain from sharing my secret.  Sometimes I feel like logging into Facebook (the ultimate billboard) and just writing "Hey guys, just wanted to let y'all know, I have anxiety disorder.  Sometimes I have panic attacks and sometimes I don't.  For the most part, I'm A-OK.  Just wanted you to know.  Have a great day." Maybe then my friends would jump in with huge amounts of support and encouragement, and some would feel free to share that they, too, have anxiety/depression/etc. and we can all begin to help each other in the way friends should.  However, this is not a John Hughes film and I'm a pessimist (surprise, surprise).  So, for now, I'll just tell you wonderful people out here in Blog Land and dream of a day where Anxious Annies and Normal Neds can live in harmonious peace and support, with no judgment or misconceptions.