Twenty-five years ago I was such a people person. It was common for me to find spur-of-the-moment activities and drag my husband along. After our sons were out of diapers, the adventures began again. They were so much fun!
Then something happened. I’m not sure if it was one thing or a combination of things that triggered it, but one day I found myself unable to bear crowds, loud noises, and other situations. Amusement parks and concerts were now off limits for me. All too often, I sat home while my husband and our sons enjoyed one event after another.
Some days it’s not even the big events. The thought of going to a friend’s house or meeting someone at a restaurant in town can send my stress out of control. I feel like a giant heel with the “It’s not you. It’s me.” excuse except it’s true. They have done nothing wrong. It is totally me.
I’m fortunate to have friends and family that understand this about me. It came in handy today when I bailed (at the last minute) on going to a concert with my husband and sons. One of the boys’ friends happily agreed to go in my place. This isn’t the first time it’s happened and it won’t be the last.
Combating this anxiety will be an ongoing problem that may never go away. I’m kicking around some ideas and have an appointment with my doctor in a couple of weeks.
So have you ever suffered from anxiety? Have you ever had a panic attack? Leave a comment below or email firstname.lastname@example.org so we can discuss it together.