DaveH said:Preston,
I've had terrible anxiety problems during my 45 years, including
anxiety attacks severe enough to compel me to go to the emergency
room. "I'm having a heart attack!"
I've been there. Many times. When I began to realize I had a problem that
WASN'T my heart was when (in addition to people here pointing out the
possibility of anxiety) I began to realize that sometimes just being at a
hospital made me feel better. Just being there, knowing I could get help
quickly if I needed it. That was a sad and lonely period of my life. In
part because I wouldn't let my wife take me to the hospital anymore at a
certain point. It was a waste of her time. So I'd drive myself sit there
until I knew I wasn't dying, then drive home.
Quoted message said:Bearing this problem can be a lonely proposition because those
(family, friends) who've never experienced it--especially acute
attacks--can fully understand it. It is an organic, physiological
event and not just a sudden case of nerves.
Yeah, that's been the hardest part. My wife, God bless her because she is
very understanding, will sometimes say something like "why can't you stop
worrying about that?" And my only answer is "um... I have anxiety". And
really, that's the only answer I can give her. I have it. I react
irrationally and that's that. All I can do are find the root causes, try
to work on overcoming those (which I am, while in therapy) and continue to
gradually expose myself (as I did on that bike ride) to situations that
push my mental limits. I mean, as weird as it sounds, when I lost my
weight, it was easy to do, because the route was easy to do. 25 miles a
day, but along the route were hospitals. So as I said before, I could
mentally tell myself that if I panic I won't be far from help, no matter
how bad the panic attack is. Running off into the mountains and doing a 40
mile bike ride or a 54 mile bike ride would have been insanity because I
would have been far from help.
Actually, it's funny, because at one point, I used to even have trouble in
the car sometimes. I'd start to have a panic attack and I'd play a game
(this is on long road trips) where I'd think about how far I was until the
next city that had a big hospital. The reason being that in my
anxiety-riddled mind, small towns won't do because small towns=incompetent
hospitals with old equipment. Now, I'm not saying that's true. I'm just
giving you a picture of my state of mind and a basis for comparison as to
why it's so amazing to be at a point now where I can do a 54 mile bike
ride. Or do 25 miles without stopping at any of the rest stops (which I
did yesterday). I'm doing another 50-miler next weekend.
I just feel really really strong. I've gotten healthier and I've been a
steady cyclist for a while now. But the anxiety was holding me back. Now
the anxiety isn't holding me back. It's still a struggle, but it's one I'm
winning. But the point of all the above exposition is to say that you are
so right. Anxiety is so irrational that it creates a kind of loneliness
that few people can understand. I think having cancer or something like
that would be far worse, leave no doubt about it. But at least with cancer
you usually have people who can empathize. With anxiety, empathy is hard
to come by because people can't comprehend why you can't just turn it off
magically. I can't even comprehend it. I've just come to grips with the
fact that it is. And all I can do is to keep pushing myself beyond my
comfort zone so that when I jump on that airplane flight it's no big deal
because I've done it recently. And when I go for a long bike ride I don't
panic because I know my body can handle it. And, when I see my heart rate
hit a high mark I don't panic because I know I'll be okay. It's a very
tedious experience that is hard for others to understand. But I'm getting
better.
Quoted message said:Though I've not a had a full blown attack in many years, I still take
small quantities of Xanax; but nothing has been as effective at short
circuiting my anxiety as cycling.
I agree. I won't go into details, but I quit a job recently because they
wouldn't let me bike. They were putting such egregious demands on my time
70 hours/week that I quit. Not worth it. My bike is like therapy to me.
Exercise is not only scientifically good for anxiety, but I think it just
makes me feel better in general. All too often, though, companies are
unwilling to understand that we need lives and that sometimes forcing
people to work long hours (as I did for 2 years prior to getting treated
for anxiety) can have consequences. In my case I believe it made my
pre-existing anxiety worse. I couldn't get on my bike as often. I was
doing shorter rides (10 miles as opposed to 25) and as a result I was less
healthy overall. So I made a choice. I took unemployment and less money
over being forced to make my health an afterthought.
Quoted message said:Congratulations on your massive breakthrough.
Dave
Thank you very much.
Preston