“It’s Just Anxiety.”

I’ve always had anxiety. My parents joked that I came out of the womb anxious. Because of this anxiety I’ve thrown up every single morning from since I was 4 1/2 years old (that’s 24 years for those of you keeping track at home). 24 years of throwing up every single morning. 24 years of unnecessary tests, scoping, probing, medication to rebuild the tissues of my esophagus, and organ removal to try to cure my chronic morning sickness. Yes. Organ removal.

During Covid I stayed home from work, church, and anything social for a total of 9 months, which was the worst thing I could have done. I thought my anxiety was bad until I tried venturing out into the world and doing things again, turns out I made my anxiety 1000 times worse. Venturing back out into the world for me meant crippling panic attacks in grocery store parking lots, sobbing, shaking, and hyperventilating at the thought of leaving the house, and an inability to do the things I once loved. I also developed a new symptom to my anxiety during this time, which was my entire body going numb. Anxiety was no longer something I just had to deal with and occasionally take rescue medication for, it was now in control of my entire life.

Venturing back out into the world meant more psychiatrist appointments and more medications than I’ve ever been on before. It meant more rescue medication than before. It meant trying to find natural remedies for panic attacks and surviving social situations because I grew exhausted of how xanax made me feel even though it became a daily part of my survival plan.

Normal things that had not increased my anxiety suddenly became out of the question. My increased anxiety made my marriage proposal weekend a living nightmare. Which looking back kills me because I would have loved to be in the moment and enjoy a meticulously planned out 4 days but I allowed my anxiety to make me hate every minute of it, and almost completely ruin it.

Anxiety is exhausting. It has stolen my life. It has become the biggest factor of my life. Every scenario I enter on a daily basis needs to have at least two exit strategies set in place, and that’s if I can even muster up enough mental strength to venture out of the house or out of my comfort zone. And believe me, my comfort zone is ridiculously small.

So please don’t tell me it’s just anxiety when it is something that has been debilitating my entire life and the lives of many others. If you don’t know what anxiety can do to a person, just stay out of the conversation.

Kelsey, thank you for this brilliant post. You really hit the nail on the head. Check Kelsey’s Instagram out here.

One thought on ““It’s Just Anxiety.””

  1. I really loved your post. Very honest and descriptive. My primary diagnosis is bipolar and I have been taking Clozapine since 2008. For the most part, mood swings are minimal but what has developed is an acute case of anxiety that remains with me. Usually my anxiety is the worst when I wake up to start the day and as I manage things throughout the day it often dissipates or gets better. I don’t think the word “anxiety” is particularly helpful when that word is used in everyday descriptions of people’s moods. Anxiety that is clinical is a different animal altogether. You are right to call that out that anxiety is not just a fleeting feeling, it is a stubborn, ruthless, disabling emotion that creeps in even when we are engaged in self care and a regular medication regime. Hope yours is as manageable as possible. Sending good vibes.

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