anxiety
A look at anxiety in its many forms and manifestations; what is the nature of this specific pattern of extreme fear and worry?
Narcissism and You
Have you ever come across that person? You know, the one that you could be screaming at the top of your lungs "PLEASE LISTEN TO ME AND UNDERSTAND WHAT I GO THROUGH!" and they simply just make you feel out of the box. They don't seem to care if they hurt you or make whatever you're going through worse. Well I have, and battling with anxiety and having to deal with this person almost every day of my life has been a real downhill battle for me. Most people diagnosed with anxiety are also diagnosed with depression. I guess it makes sense how they go hand in hand. Sometimes my anxiety is so bad I can't figure out a way to get out of my head and in that I just get depressed because I know I will never be able to truly enjoy life's little pleasures. This narcissistic person in my life fails to come to terms with it and wishes to stay in denial. That just makes life harder for the both of us because as a person with high functioning anxiety I tend to try to and get them to see themselves through my eyes. I forget that narcissists don't think they've done anything wrong and will turn the situation on you and say, "well maybe if you didn't..." or, "maybe if you did..." Let's just say it's a big unnecessary vicious cycle. I want others that have this narcissistic person in their life to understand... nothing will get through to them. Just when you think you have, they come right back with punches. I love this narcissistic person in my life, but for my mental health, I can't just sit and take it anymore. I have found the best way to cope and deal is to ignore. I won't try to fix you if you don't try and fix me. I have gotten into countless arguments trying to explain how my anxiety makes me feel and how I wish they'd at least try and see it from my point of view, but I just always end up getting hurt. I can't speak for narcissistic people but I can speak for people with anxiety, and we tell ourselves daily all of the things we wish we could do or fix or become, but reality is we can't do anything without ourselves. I mean our happy, honest selves and not the picture we try to paint in our heads. I realize that to some anxiety is seen as an "excuse." Well, then this article isn't for you. I won't convince my readers when I have to do that every day after I try over and over again to for just a second forget about my problems. I try to forget about the what ifs, the what could happens, the how do I make this person happy, and the hardest question: How do I make myself happy? It's not a once in a while question, it's a every day get out of bed and make sure everyone else around me is happy. Narcissistic or not, don't give that unnecessary extra battle for someone with anxiety. You might just make them one step closer to happiness.
By Chasity Snow8 years ago in Psyche
Working with Crippling Anxiety
I remember the first time I had an anxiety attack at work. It was my first job at 16, in a supermarket that several members of my family had worked at. I ran into the staff bathroom and didn't come out for an hour, maybe a little longer. I kept going back and forth from crying uncontrollably to staring blankly at the stall door. My closest friend at work came in to try to calm me down, but nothing was working. I was just ready to leave and never go back. Later on that month, I went in to talk to my manager with my mom about taking a leave of absence but that soon turned into me quitting completely. I had to go to an outpatient program for a week at the least but I ended up going for about two and missing some school. There was a bigger part of me that was happy to not go back rather than working again because the thought of going trough another anxiety attack like that was crippling. It traumatized me.
By Melody Wood8 years ago in Psyche
How To Love/ Be In Love With Anxiety
Whether you or the person you love has anxiety, they battle something they simply cannot control which opens a whole new load of doors (doors that shouldn't be opened): the worries, the paranoia, the over-thinking, the hurt. We know it's difficult, so we don't burden you with the news. A support system of friends, family, and partners can be hugely helpful to those with anxiety, but only if their loved ones understand what they do (and do not) need to cope.
By Faye Chamberlain8 years ago in Psyche
My Anxieties Have Anxiety
On any given day, I wake up with half a dozen thoughts, concerns, fears, or ideas running through my head. These thoughts can range from my to-do list for the day to the argument my husband and I had before bed. Some mornings, it is the vague flashes of images from the endless dreams I experienced during the night due to my brain working endlessly to process my emotions and triggers.
By Erica Hale8 years ago in Psyche
Suicidal Ideation
Alarm goes off, you hate the sound. You sink deeper into the bed. You didn’t even want to go to sleep last night and now you suddenly don’t want to get out.. you roll your eyes at yourself for this and get up. It’s cold, you hate the feeling. You go to the bathroom and turn on the light, it’s shockingly bright and you hate it. You dislike the very act of using the toilet. You hate the sound of the toilet paper and the feel of it against your skin between your legs. You pull up your underwear, it never seems to fit quite right. Then your pants. You turn and flush the toilet. You hate the noise. You hate that you don’t know where this goes and that piss is mostly ammonia so you probably just killed a fish. You turn on the sink, hating that even going to the bathroom is such a long to do list, you wash your hands and rinse. Turn off the sink and get a towel to dry your hands, they can never seem to get all the way dry before it’s uncomfortable you’ve been attempting long enough.
By Chris Alvis8 years ago in Psyche
The Anxiety Elf (Part 3)
It’s over. I am no longer "The Anxiety Elf," although the anxiety bit still stands. It’s been well over a week since my last shift, and I’m so glad to be out of there and back to my simple routine, although to begin with I was missing working. It was making me fidgety not having anything to do—but I would rather be fidgety than anxious about having to go back. The money I earned will run out and eventually I will have to think about getting back into more work.
By TheAdventuresOfRoo8 years ago in Psyche
We Don't Need No Medication, Hey! Doctors, Leave Those Prescriptions Alone
You're probably bored searching through stories or just stumbled upon this due to your interest in the topic. I'm not writing this to bash doctors and I'm not fully against medication. I do however, believe there are natural remedies which do help cure illnesses and infection without the side effects and ingredients we can't even pronounce.
By Britt Whiteman8 years ago in Psyche
A Day in My Life with Anxiety
An abnormal and overwhelming sense of apprehension and fear often marked by physical signs, by doubt concerning the reality and nature of the threat, and by self-doubt about ones capacity to cope with it. Also known as anxiety. Well, the Webster definition at least.
By Bryanna Burshnick8 years ago in Psyche
Anxiety and Depression Much?
There I am sitting at home or in my car (by myself) getting ready to do days work, miserably hating the start of my day for whatever reason, and what makes it worse is that I'm alone with only my thoughts to keep me company and then I start to wonder, "what do people think about me?"and try to imagine what goes on in there mind when they look at me. Do they like who I am as a person? am I being annoying? Are they just putting up with me because that's the easiest option, and they are just to nice to say otherwise?
By FlyOnTheWall Envy8 years ago in Psyche
Lies My Anxiety Tells Me
It feels like you’re at the top of a roller coaster. You know the drop is coming, sometime that is. Sometimes it’s a few seconds, other times, minutes. Swirling upside down and right-side up. Whipping you left and right with your adrenaline pumping through your thin bluish-green veins. Your breath becomes heavy; it feels as though you are breathing through a green Starbucks straw. The pumping of your heart can be felt through your temples—pulsing, racing, scaring you. Deep breaths. In and out. In that moment the only thing you need is pain, something to distract you. And then it’s over.
By Michaela Switzer8 years ago in Psyche
In the Head of a Girl with Anxiety
What is difficult is that, outside, I seem to be like everyone else. Simple coat, jeans, little black shoes, and a hat to hide my morning sloth. My poor hair, we will resume tomorrow. I seem to be doing well, as they say. Just a little tired, but people think it's because I go to bed late or have too much to do in a day. Finally, it's just because I've been an insomniac for so many years that I've forgotten my last-worst-good night's sleep. The good old times. I seem old to say that, but I still have 18 years and all my teeth.
By Shana Guimond8 years ago in Psyche
