High Functioning Anxiety pt 2…

This is the second part about an article I read about 18 consequences of High Functioning Anxiety.

7. It is your fault – We have all felt this. No matter whose fault it was in our heads it is all our fault. ‘I messed up again’ “If I had not done that this wouldn’t have happened’. We blame ourselves for everything even if other people don’t. Honest mistakes happen, but not when you have anxiety.

8. You constantly compare yourself to others – OMG, I do this so much. It feels like I do this all day long. I want to tell my inner voice to shut the hell up. My self-esteem being so low can be blamed on my anxiety. When you constantly compare yourself to others you will always fall short in your own mind.

9. You over think the small things – In my mind there are no small things. I just the other night laid awake worrying about what sleep pants to bring for my sleep lab. I picked the perfect ones if you were wondering. I sat in my car last night thinking my appointment is at 7:30 is it alright if I ring the buzzer at 7:25. The paper said I could bring my own pillow, but are they going to think I weird that I brought a pillow. Now I will say the strange shit running through my mind the past few days did distract me from thinking about someone watching me sleep for a short period.

10. You obsess over every mistake – I don’t know if you do this or not, but I will randomly think of something I did in the past and just pick up where I left off punishing myself. Stuff will just pop up. Even stuff from when I was a kid and will feel as guilty as the day it happened. Sometimes to the point where I feel sick to my stomach.

11. Conversations don’t end when people stop speaking – Perfect example last Tuesday. My coworker and I met with our bosses to talk about working be as a team. That conversation has been going on in my head for 7 days. Every time I look at her or my boss. What I should have said or shouldn’t have said. Did I sound like a bitch? Did I make myself clear on what I was trying to say?

12. You find it hard to interact in person – I will say I am that awkward person in group settings that is standing by herself. That being said I would rather talk to a person to their face then on the phone. For me the phone is way worse and I don’t know why.

13. You find it hard to concentrate – When I was a kid I was told I had learning disabilities. I think they were right, but after reading this article I think some of it was anxiety related. They gave me longer test times and I knew the answers, but I still failed. My Dad never understood why when he asked me the same questions at home I got them all right. I always tried to explain to them that it was the pressure of taking the test. Now I think what I was trying to say was that it was my anxiety about taking the test. Studying didn’t do any good if I was too anxious to absorb the information.

14. Your digestion suffers – I never put 2 and 2 together before reading this. When I go out to eat my stomach gets upset. I end up in the bathroom. But if I eat that same food at home I am just find. I always say restaurant food makes my stomach upset. No eating out and having anxiety makes my stomach upset. I also get really bad heartburn and reflux from foods that shouldn’t cause it.

15. You aches, repetitive habits, and tics – I play with my hair and jewelry. I wear rings just so I can distract my inner worries. I will twist them around my fingers. My hair is up most of the time because I will constantly touch it if I don’t. If I wear my glasses instead of contacts I spend a whole conversation with someone adjusting them.

16.  It may affect your heart health – See the article down below. You will find this interesting.

17. You see the world differently – This has a lot more to do with people who have anxiety from a traumatic experience. Like my fear of driving after I got T-boned in to a light pole. I now overreact to small things while driving. Even causing panic attacks that cause other accidents.

18. You just can’t stop it – No matter how many times people tell to stop worrying about it. Or it’s not that big a deal, I CAN’T STOP IT! That is not how my brain works. I’m so glad your brain doesn’t drive you crazy over stupid shit, but mine does. Telling me not to do it isn’t going to make it stop. I would love to be able to do things with losing sleep over them. Or making myself throw up. In a past blog I talked about the just do it people.



High Functioning Anxiety… Pt 1

I am sorry it has been days since I posted. I live in North Carolina so all this hurricane stuff has gotten in way. Then I had a in lab sleep study Monday night.

I want to talk about an article posted on Facebook that I read about High-Functioning Anxiety. I have been diagnosed as having HFA (to many words to type). The article is called 18 consequences of High-Functioning Anxiety. I will post the link, but I want to talk about these 18 things.

  1. You exhaust your mental power needlessly-  I was working a office job were I was going a lot of interacting with people. I answered phones and had to make a lot of calls as well. One day I saw my psychiatrist and was telling how exhausted I was at the end of the day. I couldn’t figure out why I was so tired. What he said is by far the smartest thing he had ever said to me. Your brain is like a computer. When it is overloaded it will start to shut itself down. My mind was trying to function at 100% and deal with my social anxiety.
  2. Constructive criticism slays you- Now nobody likes criticism, but when you already have anxiety it is way worse. No matter how nicely someone says it I will take it as a knife to the heart. If someone points out I did something wrong my full focus from that point on when doing that task will be to do that one thing right. I will lay awake at night thinking about it for days. Every time I see that person I will like I have let them down when most of the time they don’t even remember the conversation.
  3. The future terrifies you – If I let myself think about the future I will send myself down a labyrinth of fear and self doubt that will give me sleepless nights. People say don’t worry about the future or the past. How? If you know the secret to making these thoughts stop please let me know. Those are the two things that I worry about the most.
  4. You experience debilitating mental exhaustion- They already touched on this one a little. No I don’t know about you, but I spend a lot of my off hours “resting”. I told one of the ladies at work when she asked what my plans for the weekend were that since I spend 40 hrs a week dealing with people on the weekends I just don’t want to be around people. I spend so much mental energy at work talking to my coworkers and the patients that come. I am the face of the office sitting at the front desk. That is not easy.
  5. You can’t have a social life – Nope. I hear all the time about how I need to start dating. You are pretty and have a great personality it will be easy to find a husband. I have enough of my own stuff to deal with. Putting all my metal energy into work for 8 hrs I don’t want to come home and have to put more into another person.
  6.   You suffer from sleep disruptions – As I mentioned at the top I just did a sleep lab to find out why I don’t sleep. Well this might be at least one of the reasons. I have trouble falling asleep. I wake up in the middle of the night several times and have trouble falling back to sleep. Sometimes I don’t fall back to sleep. When you lay awake at night it gives you a lot of time to think of all the stuff you are worried about.                                                       To be continued..   https://self-made.io/18-consequences-of-high-functioning-anxiety/5819/


Things I don’t want to remember…

In my late twenties maybe early thirties memories would just pop into my mind from my teenage years. Something would come up and all of a sudden I would remember. “Where did that come from?” Also friends and family would tell me things I didn’t remember ever happening. I talked to my therapist about it and she said she thinks my mind hid things from me I couldn’t handle. I guess I kind of suppressed memories from the hardest time of my life.

A little bit of background info will help you understand. My parents first started noticing weird behaviors when I was a kid. Especially after we moved to North Carolina when I was turning eight. One thing my Mom said they thought was weird was I would go sit in my closet in the dark and cry.  I would stay in there for hours. Sometimes I would bring a pillow and my teddy bear. Not normal at all. My mother has depression and my Dad was trying to help her through it. He read up a lot about depression and he started to notice these things sounded a lot like what I was going through. When I was eleven he took me to our family doctor. She agreed with him that it was depression and my journey began.

I struggled for a few years to find the right doctors and the right medication. When I was fourteen I started seeing a new psychiatrist. I felt comfortable enough with her to really open up. I told her things I never told the other doctors. After a session one day she had me sit in the waiting room and talked to my Dad alone. They brought me in to tell me I am Bipolar. Everything changed. I was on the worst medication for that. We were looking at everything in a whole new way. I also had to confess to my parents I wasn’t sleeping at night.

The hormones of puberty and Bipolar disorder don’t mix well. Those times are the ones my mind is trying to hide from me. At that time I had started high school. I also had learning disabilities and social anxiety. Freshman year was so hard that I had a breakdown. I just couldn’t function. It was the start of a downward spiral from there. The next year or so I couldn’t leave the house with out my Dad. If I did I would have a panic attack. Sometimes even with him there. Once my parents were buying new cars and we were there too long. I had a panic attack. It’s fuzzy but I think my Dad drove me home and then went back to the dealership.

These memories that I seem to be missing or just getting back all come from that time in my life. The one that upset me the most is one I still don’t remember at all. My sister tends to make up her own stories. One day she told me the reason my parents home schooled me those last 3 years was because Mom was afraid I might turn out like my uncle. He had a really hard time at school as well. That and some other emotional issues he turned to drugs and overdosed on his youngest sons 1st birthday. I thought my sister was making shit up again, so I asked my Mom. My Mom said my sister is nuts. When she told me the real reason it freaked me out. She said I came home one day from school and told my parents a senior had put me in a trash can. (I’m only 4’9). I was so upset and they were too. So, with everything that I was already struggling with they thought it best to home school me. I DO NOT remember any of this. I have searched and searched my brain. Nothing! How could I forget something like that?!

The brain is a funny thing. I’ve heard of people suppressing traumatic memories, but high school because it sucked. Never. Why that stuff? I tried to kill myself at 15 or 16, but I remember that clearly. It sometimes worries me not knowing what my brain is trying to protect me from. Maybe it’s best I don’t remember. So far the things that have come back or I have been told I have dealt with just fine.  I’m stronger then I was back then. Maybe that’s why they are starting to come back now. I don’t know, but whatever comes back I’m ready to handle it.

Has this happened to anyone else?

Let’s not talk about it…

I was talking to a co-worker today and the subject of not being able to tell people about being mentally ill came up. Which is funny because that was what I was going to post about today anyway. In this world being mentally ill is viewed as something to ashamed of. Something you shouldn’t talk about. It makes people uncomfortable. Well, guess what being Bipolar makes me uncomfortable.

When I was a preteen/teenager I did my best to hide what I was going through. It wasn’t because I thought it was none of anyones business. It was because the first thing someone thinks of when you say Bipolar is a crazy person. They think of the way it is portrayed in the media. I know I did when I was diagnosed. I hid what I was going through so I wouldn’t be judged. My life was falling apart and no one knew what I was going through. Even my friends and family didn’t know how to handle it. I put on my mask and went to school everyday. After failing 9th grade my parents home schooled me for the rest of high school. To this day I believe that if I could have put the energy into getting better instead of putting on a good face I don’t think I would have had that breakdown.

Once I confided in my manager about being Bipolar. Sometime later I found out from two friends/co-workers that when they were hired she told them to not get on my bad side because I have Bipolar mood swings. They told me this because we were talking about first impressions. They said they were scared of me at first because she told them this. My co-workers thought it was funny because I’m such a nice person. I was so mad I couldn’t think straight. Not only was that offensive and a lie, but it is also illegal to tell other employees my medical history. I have stated in my other blogs I am non confrontational, but I felt I had to stand up for myself. I reported her to the district manager. Nothing happened. She cried and they promoted her.

I am NOT ashamed of who I am or that I have Bipolar disorder. I am a survivor and I have no problem telling people who want know my story. I have fought a long hard war with my sanity. It is a war you can’t win, but you can win some of the battles. I have won so many battles. There are so many times I wanted and wished to die. I even tried once, but I am still here. I am not ashamed of that. I want people to know how strong I am. If someone wants to hear my story I will gladly tell it.

Mental illness is horrible and people suffer everyday with things some people can’t even imagine. Do not make it worse for them by making them feel they have to hide behind a mask. If we meet and you tell me you have an illness of any kind I will sit and get to know you for who you are. No judgement unless you are an asshole.

Do you ever feel like you can’t tell people you are Bipolar?

The just do it people…

I’m sure we have all encountered these people in our lives. Some are family and some are friends even. I call them ‘The Just Do It’ people. When your anxiety is keeping you from doing something these people will look at you and say ‘just do it’. When you are depressed they say ‘stop being sad’. They are the people who think Bipolar disorder and anxiety is a choice. It is just something you can turn off.

The thing that has always bugged me the most about these people is they would never say that to someone with any other kind of illness. Just make your heart start working again. Tolerate sugar better. Stop dying of cancer. Bipolar disorder is an illness just like heart disease , cancer, or diabetes. We can’t stop being sick just like they can’t. But people do think mental illness is something you can just stop.

‘Be more positive.’ That is something I hear a lot. ‘If you were more positive you wouldn’t be depressed.’ Yes, I choose to look at the darker side of life to the point where I want to die. That is something I CHOOSE to do. If I could think happy thoughts don’t you think I would. Trust me I want to stop obsessing over all the miserable things about my life. I don’t enjoy being so depressed that I can’t even get up to feed myself or use the bathroom. I have never understood how people could think we are doing this on purpose. Like we could be all better if we wanted to.

I have two older sisters. The oldest has always been the biggest ‘Just do it’ person in my life. She has said on more then one occasion I don’t understand why you don’t just do it. It’s one thing to not understand, but she has never even tried. I had a conversation the other day with her and she doesn’t even know what type of Bipolar disorder I have. Or that there is more then one. I offered to give a book once that had stuff highlighted and notes about what I go through. She never got around to reading it. My other sister never talked to me about it until I was in my thirties. Her friend at work told her about his wife who is Bipolar. They were having a really hard time. I was at her house babysitting her kids and she started asking me questions. It was a really good talk. I felt really good about it when I went home. I feel like she understands me a little better now.

There are always going to be people who don’t understand. It is going to be frustrating and sad. As many times as I have thought I wish they could walk a mile in my shoes I have stopped myself. I would never want even a person I hate to suffer through what I have. I don’t wish that on anyone. I’m sorry they don’t understand, but I do. Other people out there do. You are not alone. Never let those people make you feel like your problems are a quick and easy fix you just won’t fix. Don’t listen to the ‘Just do it’ people of this world.

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Is it anxiety or is it real…

One psychiatrist told me I wasn’t being paranoid I was projecting my insecurities on other people. That kind of makes sense. Sometimes I’m not sure if it is my anxiety or if it is real.

I do not treat my social anxiety with medication. That is a personal choice I made a long time ago. (Everyone should make the choice that is best for them.) I have used tools I have learned in therapy instead. I have come a long way. When I was a teenager I couldn’t leave the house with out having a panic attack. Now I can run errands, shop, eat in restaurants, and go the movies alone. I drive places by myself. I took a 2 hr drive to the beach by myself. I work at a doctors office checking people in. I am very proud of myself for all of these accomplishments, but I do struggle with somethings.

I worry a lot about what people think of me. Sometimes so much that it can make me depressed or anxious. Sometimes I work myself up and get mad at people in my head. They have know idea I’m mad because I am non-confrontational. I try to remind myself that some of it is all in my head. But how do I know it’s in my head. Because of my anxiety issues when I was young I was not exposed to the normal social situations most people are when growing up. These situations teach you what to do. I am a socially awkward person sometimes. So, how do I tell the difference? I can’t always tell and I wish I could tell you. All I can do is try to calm myself down and think about what I am doing. Am I doing something that would cause this person not to like me? Am I taking my bad mood out on others? I have to look at myself. I can try to be do my best to get along, but in the end that is all I can do.

What do you guys do when you are having this problem? How do you get out of your head?