physical hell from the brain down
Posted: April 25th, 2014, 1:43 pm
So I started therapy (successfully after many failed attempts over my 31 years of life) around this time last spring. I was working two jobs at the time and about the quit the one that was giving me panic attacks. It was the first time I've ever had actual panic attacks and only missed the opportunity to visit the ER because I started feeling better immediately after leaving the place where I worked. I figured after having a "kind-of" fucked up life and trouble with anxiety and depression since forever, it was high time to get started on therapy.
I loved the therapist I was seeing and we quickly got to work on my problems. I unpacked some guilt things, she helped me discover I had no idea what boundaries even were let alone ever had any, and I started to feel better. So much better and so much healthier that I started to ween off the therapy. Not having insurance at the time it made since as I was feeling so good and need all the pennies I can earn.
I then began having all kinds of new physical symptoms of distress. At the job I kept, and still currently have, these symptoms were exasperated. Over the last six months or so they've only gotten worse and now every day some sort of symptom shows up, sometimes all at once, sometimes singularly, sometimes our of the blue, and sometimes directly related to my mood. I've since gotten insurance (a-whole-nother pile of crap not in my life before) and had blood work done and a general physical all which came back as perfectly normal. My PCP (who happens to have terrible reviews but is the only one less than an hour away) ordered a CT scan of my brain. Of course my shitty insurance denied the request. I'm pretty certain I don't have a brain tumor (I've had friends that did and this is nothing like that). I exercise, I eat pretty damn healthy, I could stand to lose 5-10 lbs. but overall I'm pretty damn healthy. I drink every night but only one or two most the time. I've had more of a problem with the bottle in the past but I'll admit I'm not willing to give it up completely. I guess I'm addicted.
My symptoms include:
an ice-pick headache mostly in one region of my head, though sometimes it radiates outward
a sensation of being strangled, not so much the lump in the throat, but more like pressure from outside my body. like actual hands trying to strangle me.
pressure in the chest like someone is sitting on it and a subsequent trouble feeling like i can get a full breath
light-headedness - this is the one that has really snuck in and fucked with me lately. It's all the time. It's when I'm at work and I struggle to perform my job well, it's when I walk my dog, it's when I make my art, it's whenever.
facial twitches and feeling like i'm drooling
sometimes I feel like I'm calm, like I'm doing my belly breathing, and still I am having these problems. It's really starting to interfere with my life, my job, and I can't afford to do a ton about it. I feel desperate and more broken than before. At least before I went into therapy I was just crazy. Now I'm crazy AND my body feels like it's falling apart. I suppose it's all anxiety and stress but what the fuck do I do when I'm doing everything?
I fantasize about killing myself or starting heroine. I feel like a baby. Like an asshole. Like despite all my best efforts somehow I'm going backwards.
I have a wonderful life now and yet I can't enjoy it.
I feel like I can't win.
I loved the therapist I was seeing and we quickly got to work on my problems. I unpacked some guilt things, she helped me discover I had no idea what boundaries even were let alone ever had any, and I started to feel better. So much better and so much healthier that I started to ween off the therapy. Not having insurance at the time it made since as I was feeling so good and need all the pennies I can earn.
I then began having all kinds of new physical symptoms of distress. At the job I kept, and still currently have, these symptoms were exasperated. Over the last six months or so they've only gotten worse and now every day some sort of symptom shows up, sometimes all at once, sometimes singularly, sometimes our of the blue, and sometimes directly related to my mood. I've since gotten insurance (a-whole-nother pile of crap not in my life before) and had blood work done and a general physical all which came back as perfectly normal. My PCP (who happens to have terrible reviews but is the only one less than an hour away) ordered a CT scan of my brain. Of course my shitty insurance denied the request. I'm pretty certain I don't have a brain tumor (I've had friends that did and this is nothing like that). I exercise, I eat pretty damn healthy, I could stand to lose 5-10 lbs. but overall I'm pretty damn healthy. I drink every night but only one or two most the time. I've had more of a problem with the bottle in the past but I'll admit I'm not willing to give it up completely. I guess I'm addicted.
My symptoms include:
an ice-pick headache mostly in one region of my head, though sometimes it radiates outward
a sensation of being strangled, not so much the lump in the throat, but more like pressure from outside my body. like actual hands trying to strangle me.
pressure in the chest like someone is sitting on it and a subsequent trouble feeling like i can get a full breath
light-headedness - this is the one that has really snuck in and fucked with me lately. It's all the time. It's when I'm at work and I struggle to perform my job well, it's when I walk my dog, it's when I make my art, it's whenever.
facial twitches and feeling like i'm drooling
sometimes I feel like I'm calm, like I'm doing my belly breathing, and still I am having these problems. It's really starting to interfere with my life, my job, and I can't afford to do a ton about it. I feel desperate and more broken than before. At least before I went into therapy I was just crazy. Now I'm crazy AND my body feels like it's falling apart. I suppose it's all anxiety and stress but what the fuck do I do when I'm doing everything?
I fantasize about killing myself or starting heroine. I feel like a baby. Like an asshole. Like despite all my best efforts somehow I'm going backwards.
I have a wonderful life now and yet I can't enjoy it.
I feel like I can't win.