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Well it’s certainly been a while.  Today is the first day I’ve felt like myself in months.  The doctor did end up prescribing adderall and it’s been a miracle.  I don’t even know what else to say.  I have nothing to rant about.  I feel human today.  I cleaned the whole kitchen, even though just yesterday it was too overwhelming for me.  I’ve actually accomplished something!

Things could be better, but things could be worse.  I’m stabilizing slowly.  The confusion is bad, but illicit adderall is helping.  My doctor is hesitant to prescribe it because of my anxiety, but it fights the anxiety because it makes me active, social, and constructive.  Proactive even.  I left the house a few times and I was fine.  I wish I could tell her this, but it’ll get me into trouble.  I just want help.  I’m desperate.

Home alone and hearing a man’s voice coming from the back room.  The girls who used to live here used to joke that this house was haunted, especially the laundry room which is back there.  I didn’t know this until I mentioned to Zach that I was hearing radio voices back there and he mentioned their story,  So I don’t know what to believe.  But I’m home alone and freaking out.  UGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGH,

how to decode a person with an anxiety disorder


things we are trying to do all the time:

  1. be safe

things we can’t help but do all the time:

  1. second-guess ourselves
  2. behave impulsively and reactively
  3. take everything personally
  4. worry
  5. worry
  6. worry
  7. have difficulty accepting compliments
  8. have difficulty reciprocating friendly gestures
  9. have difficulty finding the courage to respond
  10. have difficulty not being suspicious of others’ intentions
  11. make a huge deal out of the smallest thing

things you should keep in mind:

  1. we’re scared of everything
  2. pretty much all of the time
  3. it’s an actual disorder
  4. it manifests as impulsive behavior
  5. you can’t fix us with words
  6. telling us “worrying is silly” won’t make us stop worrying
  7. it’ll only make us feel silly
  8. and then we’ll worry even more
  9. “oh god, am i worrying too much? what if they call me silly again?”
  10. like that
  11. also, we wear a lot of armor
  12. cold, heavy, affection-proof armor with spikes
  13. we constructed this armor as children
  14. we’re fairly certain you will never be able to pry it apart
  15. but there is a nice person under there, we promise

things you can do for a friend with an anxiety disorder:

  1. stick around
  2. ask them if they’re comfortable in a place or situation
  3. be willing to change the place or situation if not
  4. activities that help them take their mind off of things are good!
  5. talk to them even when they might not talk back
  6. (they’re probably too afraid to say the wrong thing)
  7. try not to take their reactions (or lack thereof) personally
  8. (the way they expresses themself is distorted and bent because of their constant fear)
  9. (and they knows this)
  10. give them time to respond to you
  11. they will obsess over how they are being interpreted
  12. they will anticipate being judged
  13. it took me four hours just to type this much
  14. even though i sound casual
  15. that’s because i have an anxiety disorder

things you shouldn’t do:

  1. tell us not to worry
  2. tell us we’ll be fine
  3. mistake praise for comfort
  4. ask us if we are “getting help”
  5. force us to be social
  6. force us to do things that trigger us
  7. “face your fears” doesn’t always work
  8. because—remember—scared of everything
  9. in fact, it would be more accurate to say we are scared of the fear itself

emergency action procedure for panic attacks:

  1. be calm
  2. be patient
  3. don’t be condescending
  4. remind us that we’re not “crazy”
  5. sit with us
  6. ask us to tighten and relax our muscles one by one
  7. remind us that we are breathing
  8. engage us in a discussion (if we can talk, then we can breathe)
  9. if we are having trouble breathing, try getting us to exhale slowly
  10. or breathe through our nose
  11. or have us put our hands on our stomach to feel each breath
  12. ask us what needs to change in our environment in order for us to feel safe
  13. help us change it
  14. usually, just knowing that we have someone on our side willing to fight our scary monsters with us is enough to calm us down

if you have an anxiety disorder:

  1. it’s okay.
  2. even if you worry that it’s not okay.
  3. it’s still okay. it’s okay to be scared. it’s okay to be scared of being scared.
  4. you are not crazy. you are not a freak.
  5. i know there’s a person under all that armor.
  6. and i know you feel isolated because of it.
  7. i won’t make you take it off.
  8. but know that you are not alone.

The thing that keeps me going, besides Zach’s neverending support and love, are my animals.  Right now my littlest cat is patting me on the arm because she wants to cuddle.  My pit bull is sleeping in the sun in the bay window and the Fox Hound is lying on the recliner pointing her big brown eyes at me.  I don’t know where the other cats are, but I’m sure they’re being cute somewhere.

So I can’t hate my life.  I can’t hate the series of events that brought me here to this place at this time.  I’m surrounded by love.  So what if I’m mentally ill?  I’m completely surrounded by love.  Everyone in this house loves me.  That includes AJ, because he thinks of me as his “sis”.  That makes me happy.  So many things are making me happy right now.  I’m so happy I’m trying not to cry.  Life has its downs, but the ups sure are awesome.  I hope I always remember that.

Brain like a fucking bullet train. 

I got too fucked up on the cannabutter muddy buddies and threw up all my meds last night.  Like damn, I was munching on them like they were just regular shits.  Fuck, I was high.  Plus I smoked like 3 bowls.  Barf central.  There’s a first for everything.

But I’ve maintained a nice buzz all day.  I’m only going to edible it up before bed.

I love being high and watching Dance Moms.  Like, I know I’m a drain on society, a mentally ill pariah, but the perk is sitting on your ass watching trash TV and not having to give any fucks.

I’m starting a new med.  Perphenazine?  For the breakthrough psychosis.  She mentioned it to me last month, I refused it, now it’s being forced (well, not forced, she’s not that kind of doctor.  It’s just that now I’m backed into a corner because I can’t tolerate a high dose of Seroquel and Zyprexa fucks up my blood sugar).  “Forced” is a bad word, sorry.  I’m not being coerced.  I’m just out of options.

I’m such a mess.  I’m trying to be a happy-ish mess, but I’m constantly fighting the urge to cry.  We’re supposed to go to Zach’s parents this weekend.  Jesus fucking christ the anxiety.

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