However, writing helps me cope, helps me sort things out and clean out my brain, so to speak. It's therapeutic for me and I always feel better after I write things out. So here I go.
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Having an abusive mother probably didn't help either... but I don't blame her for my anxiety anymore. I used to blame her, and I wonder if her anger and abuse made it worse, but I don't think she's the core reason I have anxiety anymore. I've since realized that my dad has some social anxiety, and most of my siblings do, too, in varying degrees. My doctor told me that if one close relative has anxiety, you're 40% more likely to have it, too. In the last 6 months, two of my children have also been diagnosed with anxiety. Sigh.
I got very good at pushing my anxiety aside when I was a teenager and young adult (interestingly, within a year of my mother leaving, I began to push through my fears and be more social... food for thought...). I overcame stage fright and did a lot of performing, which was so much fun, and I managed in high school to have a decent-sized circle of friends. I went away to college, and I managed just fine and flirted and went dancing and experienced fun, normal social interactions. I've always managed to stay employed and done well at most of my jobs. I am lucky that I have a positive attitude, and I like to try and improve things, everywhere I go. My anxiety has not been debilitating.
As I've gotten older, however, I think it has become markedly worse.
I think maybe Chronic Fatigue wasn't an accurate diagnosis. I wonder now if all of my wacky symptoms can be attributed to two factors: whatever is making my body create all that unnecessary ASO stuff, and my anxiety.
I like to research, so generally when I go to the doctor for something like this, I've self-assessed and read up and have a diagnosis already in mind-- her tests and questions are for confirmation and treatment. She is a great doctor, and I think she will help me find answers, solutions and hopefully a more energetic and normal future.
I've been blessed with a strong willed temperament, and I haven't let anxiety keep me from doing anything that I want to do, nor have I let it control my mind. I am pretty good at shutting down irrational or unreasonable fears, and I cope very well with anxiety. But, I'm so dang tired and the list of physical symptoms is increasing, which makes me think it's probably time to do something about it. It's time to take action and take my life back. It's beyond my abilities to just overcome anymore.
Please share your stories and experiences as I blog about this journey. I appreciate your support and love!