SaySomething
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Recently, I've been struggling with agoraphobia. The therapist and I agreed that a goal for me is to leave the house every day. I just need to assess each situation that arises and decide what I can handle. It turns out, I'm not good at assessing what I can handle. Aaaargh, it is so frustrating.
Most days, I go to a medical appointment of some sort. It's always difficult, but I've been managing. Thursday on my way to an appointment, those familiar anxiety symptoms started creeping up on me. My palms were sweaty, my hands were shaking, I felt sick to my stomach,and my heart was pounding. I thought about turning around and heading back home THREE times during the ten minute drive to my appointment. However, I stuck it out, made it to my destination successfully, and felt reasonably good about myself. Friday, I had no appointments so I decided to go to the grocery store. I chose to go during a time of day when the store isn't very busy, and I did some deep breathing exercises in preparation for my excursion. I really believed it would be ok.
Well, it wasn't ok. I made it to the store, and I was probably about halfway finished collecting the items on my list when it hit me ... a full blown panic attack. I haven't had one quite this intense in years. I'm not even sure what brought it on. All I know is that I was crouched on the floor, everything was spinning, and I thought I was going to die.
How can I trust my own judgment anymore? I thought I was prepared for this trip. I believed I could tolerate it. It makes me so upset. I know, a panic attack isn't the end of the world, but it is humiliating. Episodes like this only make my resolve to stay home even stronger. I failed to control my anxiety. That's how I feel. I failed.
Most days, I go to a medical appointment of some sort. It's always difficult, but I've been managing. Thursday on my way to an appointment, those familiar anxiety symptoms started creeping up on me. My palms were sweaty, my hands were shaking, I felt sick to my stomach,and my heart was pounding. I thought about turning around and heading back home THREE times during the ten minute drive to my appointment. However, I stuck it out, made it to my destination successfully, and felt reasonably good about myself. Friday, I had no appointments so I decided to go to the grocery store. I chose to go during a time of day when the store isn't very busy, and I did some deep breathing exercises in preparation for my excursion. I really believed it would be ok.
Well, it wasn't ok. I made it to the store, and I was probably about halfway finished collecting the items on my list when it hit me ... a full blown panic attack. I haven't had one quite this intense in years. I'm not even sure what brought it on. All I know is that I was crouched on the floor, everything was spinning, and I thought I was going to die.
How can I trust my own judgment anymore? I thought I was prepared for this trip. I believed I could tolerate it. It makes me so upset. I know, a panic attack isn't the end of the world, but it is humiliating. Episodes like this only make my resolve to stay home even stronger. I failed to control my anxiety. That's how I feel. I failed.