I need to confess: I have suffered from depression and panic attacks since the age of 18-19. I have been on medications gone to therapy, back on medications, back to therapy. I will deal with depression for the rest of my life. The worse of the two are the panic attacks.
I decided to write about this because I am tired of feeling like a freak because I do not deal with anger the "normal" way. I would so love to yell at someone right back when being yelled at but instead I internalize everything and my brain tries anyway to blame myself for it all. It's a sick cycle and I am self-aware which makes it even more maddening. So I shut down. I don't deal, I have a panic attack cry and feel like I am going crazy for about 20 minutes. All because I can't get mad. I shake and convulse, going to a place that I like to call my gray zone. In this zone I want to run away, I don't care about anyone. No one. All problems would be solved if I just left. Now panic attacks last from 5-20 minutes, so my rational brain outside of this gray zone doesn't believe any of that. But during this time I can see no other solution. I breathe wait for it to pass and then my mind shuts down.
Maybe its a side effect of the trauma of a panic attack, but right now it's all about basic functions. Wake, shower, dress, work, eat, sleep; repeat. I am not good at handling certain things and a lot of things I internalize so that I don't bother people. I've been doing this since I was a little girl.
Now I am not writing all of this because I am looking for pity. I am writing this out because I am tired of feeling ashamed for something that I can't help. My weight gain is easily a part of all this. I eat to feel better, fried chicken never yelled at me or disappointed me. Now at 32 I know that all of the little things that I let fester and stew are causing me stress and keeping me from things that I want in this life. I am not going to have things solved today or tomorrow, but at least today I talked about it. I talked about how I'm not always happy. Some days like today I am numb, just so I can make it. But I know it will get better, there will be something that pulls me out of this hole.
But as for today, I am just here.
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