Jordan O'Leary
05-04-2012, 04:08 PM
I've been suffering from anxiety and depression since 2009 when I had a drug induced panic attack.
For a few years after that I coped with the horrible effects of anxiety and depression quite well and I started to really enjoy my life again. There were still the horrible moments, like OCD and the occasional panic attack but I dealt with it. I still managed to have memorable experiences during this time and was proud to say that I had seemingly 'overcome' the worst of it. I still looked forward to big things in my life and I could honestly look ahead and get excited about various plans that I had.
Then in 2011 I went to Canada for 4 months to visit my friends uncle and live on his farm. The whole trip was going so well and I felt like I was having the time of my life. I was smoking marijuana again and enjoying it. I even had a great trip on magic mushrooms one time, but everything turned into hell over a period of a few weeks. I had magic mushrooms again but this time I had a really severe panic attack which was probably as bad as the first one I had years ago. The next day I felt alright, I seemed to have shaken it off and I started enjoying my holiday again.
Then on a trip to a festival I was smoking weed and something happened when I was high that I really can't explain. It was like this pit opened up inside me and every thing I loved, my hopes, my dreams, every good feeling I had just got sucked into this hole. It was seriously the most horrifying experience I have ever had and it lasted for hours. The next day I was still so shaken from it and this time I felt it this was something I wasnt going to be able to shake off. The remainder of my holiday was a living hell. I felt suicidally depressed and I was all alone. I constantly needed reassurance from my friend and his family and the people living on the property that I was going to be alright.
Since ive gotten home Ive had more of these horrific hour long episodes but they have gotten shorter and shorter. I know inside, under all this mess, I have so much creativity and love to give but I've been so depressed for over 6 months since the holiday and I'm just so sick of feeling like this. My anxiety symptoms have come back tenfold. Particularly OCD which has made me suicidal at times and I find them more unbearable than ever. I am unbelievably insecure when it comes to my appearance and I feel like an absolute failure with girls I find attractive. I put this down to the anxiety. Mostly I feel depressed, and the feeling just rips all of my lives hopes and dreams away. I've booked therapy with a CBT specialist but its not for months.
I don't know how to cope with feeling so hopeless all the time.
Sorry this is a bit long.
For a few years after that I coped with the horrible effects of anxiety and depression quite well and I started to really enjoy my life again. There were still the horrible moments, like OCD and the occasional panic attack but I dealt with it. I still managed to have memorable experiences during this time and was proud to say that I had seemingly 'overcome' the worst of it. I still looked forward to big things in my life and I could honestly look ahead and get excited about various plans that I had.
Then in 2011 I went to Canada for 4 months to visit my friends uncle and live on his farm. The whole trip was going so well and I felt like I was having the time of my life. I was smoking marijuana again and enjoying it. I even had a great trip on magic mushrooms one time, but everything turned into hell over a period of a few weeks. I had magic mushrooms again but this time I had a really severe panic attack which was probably as bad as the first one I had years ago. The next day I felt alright, I seemed to have shaken it off and I started enjoying my holiday again.
Then on a trip to a festival I was smoking weed and something happened when I was high that I really can't explain. It was like this pit opened up inside me and every thing I loved, my hopes, my dreams, every good feeling I had just got sucked into this hole. It was seriously the most horrifying experience I have ever had and it lasted for hours. The next day I was still so shaken from it and this time I felt it this was something I wasnt going to be able to shake off. The remainder of my holiday was a living hell. I felt suicidally depressed and I was all alone. I constantly needed reassurance from my friend and his family and the people living on the property that I was going to be alright.
Since ive gotten home Ive had more of these horrific hour long episodes but they have gotten shorter and shorter. I know inside, under all this mess, I have so much creativity and love to give but I've been so depressed for over 6 months since the holiday and I'm just so sick of feeling like this. My anxiety symptoms have come back tenfold. Particularly OCD which has made me suicidal at times and I find them more unbearable than ever. I am unbelievably insecure when it comes to my appearance and I feel like an absolute failure with girls I find attractive. I put this down to the anxiety. Mostly I feel depressed, and the feeling just rips all of my lives hopes and dreams away. I've booked therapy with a CBT specialist but its not for months.
I don't know how to cope with feeling so hopeless all the time.
Sorry this is a bit long.