Do you ever feel weak? Do you ever feel like one side of
your body just isn’t responding the way it should, although it does everything
you need to? Do you ever feel like a plastic bag, floating in the wind?
But, seriously. I’ve noticed over the past few years that
every once in a while, I’ll get this feeling. I’ll feel like my left arm and
left leg are week and can’t do things, although, physically they perform just
fine. I have that feeling right now and my typing is relatively unhindered.
Sometimes I would wear a jacket and it would go away. Sometimes only a nap
helped. It’s been a long time since that feeling had invaded, but today it came
back, and it scared me.
There’s a history of heart disease in my family. My father
has suffered two heart attacks and so many bypasses, that I don’t remember the
exact number. My mother has high blood pressure (as does my father), and both
of my uncles have pacemakers. So, me being the paranoid ginger I am, hit up
Google. Did you know that one of the symptoms is weakness/tingling in the left
arm and leg? Yep, you can fact check me. So whenever this feeling hits, my
first thought is “oh-god-it’s-a-heart-attack-call-the-doctor”. Obviously, it’s
never been a heart attack. I thought maybe I was having several mini-strokes
that go unnoticed, however to have this many and still be kicking without any
side-effects is impossible.
So, I Googled my symptoms, not the diseases. It turns out
that there’s a whole group of people who have the same problem! All of the threads I read had been from people
with the exact same symptoms I had, to varying degrees, and they had been to
see various doctors. What did they find? It
was anxiety.
Anxiety. FUCKING ANXIETY. It had crept up on me once again.
I thought I was past it. I knew I suffered from social anxiety. Have you ever
seen me in a social situation? Yeah, neither have I. I avoid them at all costs,
especially if I have to go it alone. I physically cannot go to a party with
more than five people. And it’s not a party with five people. Hanging out
casually with more than four of five people causes me distress. But I had been
dealing with this. I got over it and have been doing remarkably well (I chalk
up a lot of my success with coping to living in a dorm. It’s a nonstop social
interaction and there’s really no way around it). But general anxiety? I had
never thought about it. Do I really suffer from full on anxiety?
As an introvert, it shouldn’t surprise me. Before I sat down
to write this out, I thought that there was nothing for me to be
anxious/stressed over…until I wrote a list.
In the past week, my mother has been diagnosed with celiac
disease, my dog had to go to the vet for a yearly check-up (this may seem
trivial, but he had to have a vaccination, which caused him to have a severe
allergic reaction last time, he gets stressed because…dude, it’s the vet, and
he may have diabetes), my pup’s test results won’t be in for 24 hours, I’ve
been attempting to lose weight but have yet to see progress (even though I know
it’s only been a week) and just today, a man I look up to, Charles Trippy, had another seizure after having a brain tumor removed over a year ago. That was more than I realized. I have plenty to be
anxious about.
It still bugs me, however. It’s natural to feel anxious when
there’s that much on your plate. There are people who have ten times that to
deal with, and here I am worrying myself to death. Each person has a different
plate. Some plates are only saucers and others are buffet sized. Never feel bad
because you feel like your troubles are petty or insignificant. A worry is a worry,
and you should never, NEVER feel bad for being worried. It’s not your fault.
There’s going to be that person who says to just get over
it. Don’t listen to them. Anxiety, hell any disease albeit mental or physical,
is not something to “just get over”.
Getting
over depression isn’t as simple as pretending to be happy to make
yourself happy.
Getting
over anxiety isn’t as simple as not worrying.
Getting
over being an introvert, isn’t as simple as not being shy.
Getting
over a heart attack isn’t as simple as eating healthy.
BUT NOT
BEING AN ASSHOLE IS AS SIMPLE AS OPENING YOUR MIND AND
KEEPING YOUR UNINFORMED OPINION TO YOURSELF.
It’s okay to feel sad. It’s okay to worry. It’s okay that it
hurts. John Green , in his book Paper Towns, wrote “…it hurt because it
mattered”. And that’s more than true.
Never apologize for how you feel. A friend who tells you to
get over it is not a friend. I am so incredibly blessed to have a family and
group of friends who understand and support me. Remember, if you ever need
anything my email is open (check the contact option on the left) and my Tumblr ask-box is open as well (click the word 'Curious' to ask. I have anonymous turned off so I have the ability to keep conversations private).
We’ll make it together.
Over the next few weeks, I'll be doing posts about mental health and the resources available to everyone.