fearinmyheart
06-25-2012, 12:50 AM
Hey Everyone. This will be long, so please forgive. I'm trying to figure out what the best path is for me to heal. Been dealing with this on and off for 15 years now, and enough is enough. I've been told its many things over the time, but the most persistant diagnosis seems to be GAD. Fine, but I want my heart back. Anyway, I find getting help a little difficult, as my fears are around being emotionally destroyed, whereas it seems most others have physical fears. And fears are hard to face when your body can just wisk your emotions away when it feels threatened instead of dealing with them.
I was a sensitive, passionate, very happy kid. Certainly more weary of new things at first than most kids, but super happy. No troubles at home. I don't know if you can remember those moments when you were a kid when you were terrified, maybe of a new situation or whatever, and your parents pushed you to try, and then all of the sudden you realized that thing you were extremely afraid of was actually fun and exciting and your heart would let go/ open up. I remember that happenening a lot when I was a kid, but I would always eventually realize 'it was ok', and open up. (Sometimes with a big cry.)
When I was around 15, I fell deeply, passionately in love with a girl. Definitely harder than any boy of that age should. After roughly 6-8 months of time, this girl broke up with me out of the blue. I never thought it could/would happen. I took it incredibly hard. I didn't know there was pain out there that strong. It was as if I just couldn't process the idea we were no longer together. To me it was even worse than someone dying because this person was choosing to leave me. It took me months to recover. I sobbed, grieved and ached. But eventually one day something clicked, and I was able to let go and be happy again. I remember the specific moment I let go and learned to open my heart to the world again. Truly. I was happy again.
So a few months after feeling like myself again, and actually happy, this same girl decided to get back together with me. We had a wonderful relationship again and I was happier than ever. Then the same event came about that had resulted in her dumping me the year before. I was terrified the same thing was going to happen again. When she returned from this event I was sure something was wrong and I biked over her house as fast as I could. When I was almost there I felt a numbness sweep over me. I couldn't feel... anything. In a sense I've never really recovered from that. It was like a switch went off, and my heart retreated deep into my chest. I felt as though I should be able to flip it back on, like when I was a kid in a new situation, to will it to feel again (especially since she wasn't actually going to break up with me), but I was closed for business for good.
I realize this sounds ridiculous for the beginnings of whatever is wrong with me. Lots of people go through breakups, hard ones, and end up ok. But its the moment this all started, and I was truly decimated by the first breakup. I read that a lot of times GAD starts with a painful event around that age.
I knew I loved this girl with every fiber of my body, so I fought it hard and went through a lot of depression/anxiety, but I was somehow cut off from those loving emotions. Instead replaced by either complete numbness, or this urgent fear to get away from any interactions with her that should involve emotions (so basically anything aside from watching a movie or something similarly safe). I knew the emotions were down there, as I could feel them sometimes down there, but my heart was just not willing to engage. It was like a scared little kid hiding its head under the blankets. Too afraid to listen to any reason. Over the next few years I dealt with this and saw therapists that were unable to really help. It was as if I was locked in this 'flinch' state where I was ready for something incredibly painful to come down on me, and I wanted to cry, but my body wouldn't let me get it all out and be brave again. Stuck in this forever waiting for something to come destroy me emotionally. I remember saying at times that it felt like I was going through the breakup all over again, but was just caught there and couldn't escape. My wonderful emotions were replaced by this holding pattern anxiety and wanting to cry. It was as if I were in one of those moments when I was a kid where I was timid and closed down at first, but the courage never came back this time, and my heart stayed in hiding.
I would try and fight with it, to pull it out and address it, but that would only make me more anxious, as the fear just wouldn't let me heart go. I felt the emotions sitting in my chest, needing to explode, but it was as if my body wouldn't just let me. Maddening because I both desperately needed to release the emotions and engage with life again, and at the same time was unable to let/force myself to do so. An extremely uncomfortable internal battle. My only recourse was to give up and try and ignore it because I couldn't physically stay in that extremely anxious/fearful state for too long. It affected not only my relationship with the girl, but eventually anything in my life that involved some sort of emotional connection. I couldn't 'feel' music like I used to. Interacting with close family and close friends was upsetting because I was trying to interact normally, while actually in this flinch state emotionally and wanting to escape. I was able to hang out with the guys since those interactions were largely un-threatening emotionally. When I did attempt to interact with those I was close to, I felt as if my words in conversations were cut off from the emotions in my mind and heart, especially in therapy sessions, which didn't help when I was trying to access the issue and deal with it. It was as if I was stuck behind glass watching what used to be my happy life slip away. Like I didn't have the courage to feel again, even though I wanted to badly. It honestly felt like I had the ability, but just couldn't get there. So I'd swallow it down, and go through life in this very narrow emotional range. I'd always go back to fighting with that fear, trying to pull it up and deal with it, because I just felt... off. And while feeling that fear was bad, at least I felt connected when I was fearful.
The only times I would really have any relief were at moments of loss. At a funeral for instance, all of the sudden my body would open up with this well of sobs, sometimes inappropriate for how well I knew the deceased. It was as if my body was welcoming the shoe finally dropping. The pain I had been waiting for was hitting (or at least the excuse), and it felt amazing to cry hard. I can't describe how free I suddenly felt. But gradually the relief would pass, and I was back in my shell. It only ever seems to be external events that cause my guard to fall and to release. I can't push through this incredible defense mechanism on my own. In another instance I finally broke up with that same girl in college as I just was searching for ways to fix myself. As soon as I broke up with her, I sobbed hard, and felt all the love for her come rushing out finally. For that brief moment I felt like myself again. But again it only lasted for a short period of time. Maddening to know so how much you love someone, and then be cut back off from it. The whole watching through glass thing again. There was a few short sweet moments of joy when I met a girl or two in college, but I would quickly close back up when anything seemed amiss or things started to get serious. I told girls that I wasn't able to love anymore. I did learn to love my (eventual) wife after many years of fighting the fear, and had a wonderful moment of joy when I proposed, but then closed back up.
I was a sensitive, passionate, very happy kid. Certainly more weary of new things at first than most kids, but super happy. No troubles at home. I don't know if you can remember those moments when you were a kid when you were terrified, maybe of a new situation or whatever, and your parents pushed you to try, and then all of the sudden you realized that thing you were extremely afraid of was actually fun and exciting and your heart would let go/ open up. I remember that happenening a lot when I was a kid, but I would always eventually realize 'it was ok', and open up. (Sometimes with a big cry.)
When I was around 15, I fell deeply, passionately in love with a girl. Definitely harder than any boy of that age should. After roughly 6-8 months of time, this girl broke up with me out of the blue. I never thought it could/would happen. I took it incredibly hard. I didn't know there was pain out there that strong. It was as if I just couldn't process the idea we were no longer together. To me it was even worse than someone dying because this person was choosing to leave me. It took me months to recover. I sobbed, grieved and ached. But eventually one day something clicked, and I was able to let go and be happy again. I remember the specific moment I let go and learned to open my heart to the world again. Truly. I was happy again.
So a few months after feeling like myself again, and actually happy, this same girl decided to get back together with me. We had a wonderful relationship again and I was happier than ever. Then the same event came about that had resulted in her dumping me the year before. I was terrified the same thing was going to happen again. When she returned from this event I was sure something was wrong and I biked over her house as fast as I could. When I was almost there I felt a numbness sweep over me. I couldn't feel... anything. In a sense I've never really recovered from that. It was like a switch went off, and my heart retreated deep into my chest. I felt as though I should be able to flip it back on, like when I was a kid in a new situation, to will it to feel again (especially since she wasn't actually going to break up with me), but I was closed for business for good.
I realize this sounds ridiculous for the beginnings of whatever is wrong with me. Lots of people go through breakups, hard ones, and end up ok. But its the moment this all started, and I was truly decimated by the first breakup. I read that a lot of times GAD starts with a painful event around that age.
I knew I loved this girl with every fiber of my body, so I fought it hard and went through a lot of depression/anxiety, but I was somehow cut off from those loving emotions. Instead replaced by either complete numbness, or this urgent fear to get away from any interactions with her that should involve emotions (so basically anything aside from watching a movie or something similarly safe). I knew the emotions were down there, as I could feel them sometimes down there, but my heart was just not willing to engage. It was like a scared little kid hiding its head under the blankets. Too afraid to listen to any reason. Over the next few years I dealt with this and saw therapists that were unable to really help. It was as if I was locked in this 'flinch' state where I was ready for something incredibly painful to come down on me, and I wanted to cry, but my body wouldn't let me get it all out and be brave again. Stuck in this forever waiting for something to come destroy me emotionally. I remember saying at times that it felt like I was going through the breakup all over again, but was just caught there and couldn't escape. My wonderful emotions were replaced by this holding pattern anxiety and wanting to cry. It was as if I were in one of those moments when I was a kid where I was timid and closed down at first, but the courage never came back this time, and my heart stayed in hiding.
I would try and fight with it, to pull it out and address it, but that would only make me more anxious, as the fear just wouldn't let me heart go. I felt the emotions sitting in my chest, needing to explode, but it was as if my body wouldn't just let me. Maddening because I both desperately needed to release the emotions and engage with life again, and at the same time was unable to let/force myself to do so. An extremely uncomfortable internal battle. My only recourse was to give up and try and ignore it because I couldn't physically stay in that extremely anxious/fearful state for too long. It affected not only my relationship with the girl, but eventually anything in my life that involved some sort of emotional connection. I couldn't 'feel' music like I used to. Interacting with close family and close friends was upsetting because I was trying to interact normally, while actually in this flinch state emotionally and wanting to escape. I was able to hang out with the guys since those interactions were largely un-threatening emotionally. When I did attempt to interact with those I was close to, I felt as if my words in conversations were cut off from the emotions in my mind and heart, especially in therapy sessions, which didn't help when I was trying to access the issue and deal with it. It was as if I was stuck behind glass watching what used to be my happy life slip away. Like I didn't have the courage to feel again, even though I wanted to badly. It honestly felt like I had the ability, but just couldn't get there. So I'd swallow it down, and go through life in this very narrow emotional range. I'd always go back to fighting with that fear, trying to pull it up and deal with it, because I just felt... off. And while feeling that fear was bad, at least I felt connected when I was fearful.
The only times I would really have any relief were at moments of loss. At a funeral for instance, all of the sudden my body would open up with this well of sobs, sometimes inappropriate for how well I knew the deceased. It was as if my body was welcoming the shoe finally dropping. The pain I had been waiting for was hitting (or at least the excuse), and it felt amazing to cry hard. I can't describe how free I suddenly felt. But gradually the relief would pass, and I was back in my shell. It only ever seems to be external events that cause my guard to fall and to release. I can't push through this incredible defense mechanism on my own. In another instance I finally broke up with that same girl in college as I just was searching for ways to fix myself. As soon as I broke up with her, I sobbed hard, and felt all the love for her come rushing out finally. For that brief moment I felt like myself again. But again it only lasted for a short period of time. Maddening to know so how much you love someone, and then be cut back off from it. The whole watching through glass thing again. There was a few short sweet moments of joy when I met a girl or two in college, but I would quickly close back up when anything seemed amiss or things started to get serious. I told girls that I wasn't able to love anymore. I did learn to love my (eventual) wife after many years of fighting the fear, and had a wonderful moment of joy when I proposed, but then closed back up.