The good

Insomnia, you miserable whorebeast. Ah well, time to blog all the things! Let's wrap up shall we?

I had a nervous breakdown. Fact. I spent the following three weeks bedridden only emerging from my fortress of solitude to bathe and occasionally eat, quickly. Fact. Ashamed, confused, and paralyzed with fear, I told no one.

But hiding away forever was not an option and the thought of having to continue living this way as a hot mess made me extraordinarily angry. Anger felt good. Powerful. I had not felt any other emotion for so long that the simple urge to fight felt so clean and brand new. If you're imagining a scene in which I shed my duvet and rise like a phoenix with arms to the sky and breathe in a new day, well that only happens in movies. Resolute as I felt that this would go on no more, getting my body to cooperate was another matter entirely.

However I did get up, albeit slowly and with duvet wrapped around me, and I shuffled out of that room. My shuffling led me to my computer and I sat staring at my desktop for some time, marvelling really. You know when you run into someone from grade school and they look so different as an adult, but gradually you start to see their child-face underneath, mannerisms they still have and traits that didn't get lost over the many years in between and it's kind of delightful? Just like that. Yes, I'm only talking about a computer and that sounds weird, but it was like that with everything I laid my eyes on that day, forcing myself in a way to look beyond what looked odd outside of my personal desert island, to find the comfortable and familiar underneath.  There was a reunion happening.

I did some research that day, trying to find answers to the why and how this happened to me and what this really was that I was experiencing. Answers to my personal dilemma I did not find (that took years of dissection), but there was a wealth of information out there regarding anxiety, agoraphobia and panic disorder. Even better were the communities I came across of fellow sufferers, literally hundreds of thousands of people sharing their stories, of both hardships and successes. I can not express the TREMENDOUS relief I felt knowing that a) I was NOT suddenly an unhinged person and b) holy crap, this can actually be beat?

In the months that followed I got out of bed every day, some days were harder than others but I did. I read everything I could get my paws on. I shared it with the people in my life I trusted. Then I didn't hide it at all. I went through two lousy doctors before finally finding one who would not only listen, but also not want to just heedlessly prescribe me whatever anti-depressant was in vogue at the time, regardless of the fact that in my case it is not remotely a cure or even temporary solution (I may rant one day on the issue I have with the overprescribing and misprescribing so prevalent in the anxiety community, be warned it will be lengthy).

It is now 6 years later. I am as informed as a person can be about their condition, and that alone makes it impossible that I should ever become a duvet castaway again. I do not take any prescription medication regularly, and though there were times I had to take a mild sedative to get through something I found particularly terrifying (a wisdom tooth extraction for example) I do not allow myself to see that as a failure or a crutch. I go out, as much as I can. I believe in exposure therapy, cognitive behavior therapy, and meditation. I say NO far more than I ever used to, because there really is no such thing as pleasing everyone. When things become stressful and I feel I'm taking too much on, I step back and re-assess my priorities and I am at the top of that list. I have as much silly fun as I possibly can, even if I look stupid.

This is where I address you, reader. Maybe you are wrapped in a blanket right now unable to leave your house, or maybe you just are having problems dealing with crowds or you just don't feel normal like every other person because it feels harder for you, and you happened upon this blog. 1. There is no such thing as normal, everybody has something, you are not weird or wrong in any way. 2. READ everything you can about your particular issue. It's empowering. 3. Find a place where people are talking openly about it, you don't have to join in, but you won't feel alone or crazy. 4. Don't settle on a doctor who won't listen to you, even if they are the "best". 5. Do the research on medication prescribed to you. Don't be afraid of medications you NEED and are right for you. 6. Pay more attention to what you're eating. Add foods that are a natural anxiety relief, even if you can't completely eliminate the bad stuff. 7. Believe it gets better but don't get discouraged when you stumble. It works in waves.

So, that's my backstory. Oh I'll likely mention it from time to time because it is just as much a part of my life as the color of my eyes, my need to create things, or the douchebag emo-cat in my lap. But from here, you go forward with me. Tally-ho.