ghostlyy
03-10-2016, 01:26 AM
I have been to mental health drs and GPs for over 15 years now and every time I tell them I have an anxiety problem (Which I obviously didn't know for at least 2/3s of the time I've had symptoms) they dismiss it as though I'm fishing for drugs. They refuse to accept the fact that I may actually have an issue. My last GP put me on Wellbutrin 300 mg, that was 9 months ago.
My story starts at age 11. My parents divorced, and ever since then, I've had serious problems. Anxiety, Depression, anger management, Bi-Polar, substance abuse --- it's all there in my family history. Mental health problems on my mom's side, anger and bi-polar on my dad's and substance abuse heavy on both sides. My dad was an alcoholic until I was about 11-ish -- He started to get clean as my parents got divorced and has been clean ever since, but he is not around too much though he lives in the same town.
I have an extensive background full of bad experiences including cutting, suicide attempts, psych ward hospitalizations, rape, emotional and physical abuse, substance abuse (alcohol only), panic attacks, EXTREME agoraphobia and overall serious anxiety that never ever diminishes (Of course not all of these situations applies to me right now, but over the past 15 years independently or together).
Every time I tell my doctor that I know what I'm suffering from is severe GAD, SAD, Agoraphobia, and Bi-Polar/Manic Depressive (As well as possibly Borderline, which was only diagnosed once while I was on one of my extended hospital stays...), they brush it aside, check my thyroid and tell me we'll talk about it next appointment. But I continue to bring it up and they refuse to entertain the thought and fall back on my depression as the cause of my anxiety when I'm sure they go hand in hand, if not it's my anxiety causing more depression than normal.
I've taken Prozac, lamictal, Buspar (Which gave me serious suicidal thoughts and when I told my GP 1 week later, she told me to KEEP TAKING IT and I threw them away and didnt go back to a dr for 2 years), and now I'm on the Wellbutrin. It was doing fine for me this past summer because things were going well for me, my job was going well, my outside stress was VERY minimal and I felt, overall, better.... But my anxiety still wasn't fixed. However, it helped my depression and that to me seemed such an improvement, I didn't want to complain....
Fast forward to now. A month ago, my mom was diagnosed with terminal cancer and given one year to live. She and I are not close, but close enough that I'm torn up over it. She has panic disorder and has since I was at least 9 and absolutely cannot function without her medication (Effexor xr has worked for her for many years) ... However of course, now that she has been diagnosed terminally, she is having panic attacks round the clock and valium and other heavy anxiety meds only seem to make it worse for her when she wakes up from her benzo haze. In December, my boyfriend of 8 years was released from prison after a 9 month stay as well, so that was a stress reliever for me, or at least I think.
Money, as always, is one of the main causes of my anxiety. I can't pay my bills because I can't go to work because I can barely get out of bed. I cry constantly, out of nowhere. I'm shaky, faint, and so easily startled, others laugh at me for being "jumpy". I never leave my bedroom and prefer not to see any other people, not even my mom who is dying or my boyfriend who I missed so much the past year or my very best friend... Or even my 10 year old daughter who I have an open adoption with (with my local aunt, so she is a part of my life often).
I've always had serious social anxiety (It started when I got my period -- I had a meltdown over others knowing I was on my period or leaking through a pad to serious social humiliation, and I refused to leave the house for months. I was 12. My drs said it would pass as I got older and got over my teen years. My fear of my period is gone... But my anxiety isnt.) I have almost no friends because I feel exiled, hated, and unwanted 110% of the time.
I hate myself... Because I know these feelings aren't normal. Other than this, I am healthy, I am "pretty", or so I'm constantly told, I am talented in art and writing. By all intents and purposes, I should be extremely successful and happy.
But the Doctors don't believe me. Unfortunately, I have public health due to the fact that I have no money since I can't work due to this debilitating "disease", so I can only seem to get the very bare minimum in health care. I have to wait at least 2 months or more to see a Dr every time and I'm starting to feel like no matter what I do, this is going to be my life... for the rest of my life.
I am at the end of my rope. My friends, family, and significant other are so fed up with me because of my reactions to these feelings, even with my Wellbutrin, that they are angry with me, resentful and simply dont even want me around anymore, and I know that that is not my anxiety talking to me -- It's real because they've all told me.
I don't know how to get help when no one will help me. I'm sorry I just wrote a huge book that probably makes no sense but I'm desperate for help or suggestions on how to get them to take me seriously.
I dont want to be this way, but could it be my appearance? I do have tattoos and piercings and look "alternative". Is this a reason that I should continue to suffer?
I have had more panic attacks in the past month than I have my entire life, though I experience feelings very similar to panic attacks when flashing lights occur, when in the car or driving, when my foot or leg falls asleep, and especially if someone nearby moves quickly or looks at me oddly and of course any time I'm around someone I don't know, especially in a public setting. When I have a job interview, have to leave my house for ANY reason, or have to be around people... Even my very best friend of 15 years... I still feel the panic barely contained. Wellbutrin has helped my wide mood swings and has helped to keep me more balanced, which I am so grateful for, cuz that was a huge problem too, but my anxiety is worse and worse....
And worse. And I don't know what to do anymore because doctors don't seem to think there's anything wrong with me. I don't want to have to go to the ER and admit myself to the psych ward just to get help. And even then, while in the presence of doctors, I feel judged, humiliated. I feel as though they are irritated by my feelings and that they resent me... And I see it in their eyes. They don't believe me.
My whole life I always knew that I was smart and talented, more so than some other people... I always thought I was just normal.
At 28 years old, I'm finally admitting that there is something seriously wrong with me and I can't talk to anyone in my real life about it and no medical professionals that I have access to seem to take me seriously.
I'm sorry for the jumbled mess I just wrote. Help.
My story starts at age 11. My parents divorced, and ever since then, I've had serious problems. Anxiety, Depression, anger management, Bi-Polar, substance abuse --- it's all there in my family history. Mental health problems on my mom's side, anger and bi-polar on my dad's and substance abuse heavy on both sides. My dad was an alcoholic until I was about 11-ish -- He started to get clean as my parents got divorced and has been clean ever since, but he is not around too much though he lives in the same town.
I have an extensive background full of bad experiences including cutting, suicide attempts, psych ward hospitalizations, rape, emotional and physical abuse, substance abuse (alcohol only), panic attacks, EXTREME agoraphobia and overall serious anxiety that never ever diminishes (Of course not all of these situations applies to me right now, but over the past 15 years independently or together).
Every time I tell my doctor that I know what I'm suffering from is severe GAD, SAD, Agoraphobia, and Bi-Polar/Manic Depressive (As well as possibly Borderline, which was only diagnosed once while I was on one of my extended hospital stays...), they brush it aside, check my thyroid and tell me we'll talk about it next appointment. But I continue to bring it up and they refuse to entertain the thought and fall back on my depression as the cause of my anxiety when I'm sure they go hand in hand, if not it's my anxiety causing more depression than normal.
I've taken Prozac, lamictal, Buspar (Which gave me serious suicidal thoughts and when I told my GP 1 week later, she told me to KEEP TAKING IT and I threw them away and didnt go back to a dr for 2 years), and now I'm on the Wellbutrin. It was doing fine for me this past summer because things were going well for me, my job was going well, my outside stress was VERY minimal and I felt, overall, better.... But my anxiety still wasn't fixed. However, it helped my depression and that to me seemed such an improvement, I didn't want to complain....
Fast forward to now. A month ago, my mom was diagnosed with terminal cancer and given one year to live. She and I are not close, but close enough that I'm torn up over it. She has panic disorder and has since I was at least 9 and absolutely cannot function without her medication (Effexor xr has worked for her for many years) ... However of course, now that she has been diagnosed terminally, she is having panic attacks round the clock and valium and other heavy anxiety meds only seem to make it worse for her when she wakes up from her benzo haze. In December, my boyfriend of 8 years was released from prison after a 9 month stay as well, so that was a stress reliever for me, or at least I think.
Money, as always, is one of the main causes of my anxiety. I can't pay my bills because I can't go to work because I can barely get out of bed. I cry constantly, out of nowhere. I'm shaky, faint, and so easily startled, others laugh at me for being "jumpy". I never leave my bedroom and prefer not to see any other people, not even my mom who is dying or my boyfriend who I missed so much the past year or my very best friend... Or even my 10 year old daughter who I have an open adoption with (with my local aunt, so she is a part of my life often).
I've always had serious social anxiety (It started when I got my period -- I had a meltdown over others knowing I was on my period or leaking through a pad to serious social humiliation, and I refused to leave the house for months. I was 12. My drs said it would pass as I got older and got over my teen years. My fear of my period is gone... But my anxiety isnt.) I have almost no friends because I feel exiled, hated, and unwanted 110% of the time.
I hate myself... Because I know these feelings aren't normal. Other than this, I am healthy, I am "pretty", or so I'm constantly told, I am talented in art and writing. By all intents and purposes, I should be extremely successful and happy.
But the Doctors don't believe me. Unfortunately, I have public health due to the fact that I have no money since I can't work due to this debilitating "disease", so I can only seem to get the very bare minimum in health care. I have to wait at least 2 months or more to see a Dr every time and I'm starting to feel like no matter what I do, this is going to be my life... for the rest of my life.
I am at the end of my rope. My friends, family, and significant other are so fed up with me because of my reactions to these feelings, even with my Wellbutrin, that they are angry with me, resentful and simply dont even want me around anymore, and I know that that is not my anxiety talking to me -- It's real because they've all told me.
I don't know how to get help when no one will help me. I'm sorry I just wrote a huge book that probably makes no sense but I'm desperate for help or suggestions on how to get them to take me seriously.
I dont want to be this way, but could it be my appearance? I do have tattoos and piercings and look "alternative". Is this a reason that I should continue to suffer?
I have had more panic attacks in the past month than I have my entire life, though I experience feelings very similar to panic attacks when flashing lights occur, when in the car or driving, when my foot or leg falls asleep, and especially if someone nearby moves quickly or looks at me oddly and of course any time I'm around someone I don't know, especially in a public setting. When I have a job interview, have to leave my house for ANY reason, or have to be around people... Even my very best friend of 15 years... I still feel the panic barely contained. Wellbutrin has helped my wide mood swings and has helped to keep me more balanced, which I am so grateful for, cuz that was a huge problem too, but my anxiety is worse and worse....
And worse. And I don't know what to do anymore because doctors don't seem to think there's anything wrong with me. I don't want to have to go to the ER and admit myself to the psych ward just to get help. And even then, while in the presence of doctors, I feel judged, humiliated. I feel as though they are irritated by my feelings and that they resent me... And I see it in their eyes. They don't believe me.
My whole life I always knew that I was smart and talented, more so than some other people... I always thought I was just normal.
At 28 years old, I'm finally admitting that there is something seriously wrong with me and I can't talk to anyone in my real life about it and no medical professionals that I have access to seem to take me seriously.
I'm sorry for the jumbled mess I just wrote. Help.