Have you met my friend, Anxiety?

She’s the one curled up in the corner, hyperventilating and overthinking scenarios and trying to vanish into thin air.  I know, she’s a little odd.  That’s why I don’t introduce her that often.  She’s not exactly the life of the party. 

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My Uninvited Roommate

I don’t often talk about Anxiety.  After all, she doesn’t really do well with people talking about her.  She’s been my roommate for decades.  I can’t remember when she first moved in.  I was very young when I realised I had a roommate.

I noticed her clearly when I was about 7 years old.  There was an incident at school that I still remember vividly.  It was a simple thing, but she was around for it.

We had an awkward relationship.  I think she’s been around longer, but she made her presence clearly known at that time and has continued to hog her fair share of the communal rooms since.

The Outcast

When I was growing up, Anxiety wasn’t really understood well.  She became quite the outcast in the family.  After all, if you don’t really know Anxiety, she can seem a little bit of a drama queen.  She frets constantly, it’s like a painful hum in your limbs and chest.

She also shuns activities and situations that normal children embrace.  You know, like birthday parties and sleepovers.  Anxiety didn’t like that.  But the family unit saw such behaviour negatively.  After all, Anxiety was ruining the “fun”.

Actually, she didn’t ruin my fun.  I liked reading and writing my stories, playing with plastic animals and rescuing insects.  During those times, Anxiety just accompanied me as a quiet companion.  I knew she was there, but she didn’t make a fuss.

There may have been the odd whisper of panic from her if I climbed a tree or went snooping in the old ruins that were hidden in a scrub land at the bottom of the street.  But that was okay.

The Misunderstood

As we grew up together, Anxiety started getting more of her own way.  It was easy to listen to her when I had everyone from family and friends to teachers and neighbours giving me their opinions on what was “wrong” with me.

Anxiety understood.  She knew I liked different things than what others did.  That to stay calm meant a different fun activity.

Anxiety rebelled quite a lot when the family pushed us into activities and situations that were overwhelming.  She had meltdowns that left me gasping for breath, convinced I was dying.

Unfortunately, I found a destructive way to deal with Anxiety.  Pain became a soothing balm that released her pressure and calmed her down.  So I caused myself pain.  Physical pain to gain control, to feel something other than Anxiety’s crushing weight.

The Takeover

It was during some rough times in my teens and twenties when Anxiety really settled in.  I started to notice more of her things around the apartment.  Wherever she walked, there was a crackling sensation that filled the space.

I started to retreat into my own room and let her take over the communal areas.  It was easier to surrender space than to deal with that crackling pressure that squeezed my lungs and left a crushing sensation in my chest.

Pain was still used to placate her but it was needed more and more.  After fighting with Anxiety, I was left feeling hollowed out.

An Uneasy Truce

Anxiety and I came to an agreement in my late twenties, early thirties.  It took some time but I had started to be more open with both myself and my partner about Anxiety.

He had met Anxiety a number of times, and through our relationship, he had a pretty good handle of her mood swings and attitude.

It was he who made it possible for me to be more open about Anxiety.  He made me realise that I needed to accept Anxiety but not let her take over.  After all, this was my apartment.  Anxiety didn’t pay rent, she was definitely more of a taker.

Strangely, I started talking about Anxiety more.  Following an announcement at work, where we were told there was a mandatory trip to London (for fun…because it’s not fun if it’s not mandatory) with a stayover, I managed to open up about Anxiety.

My manager was surprisingly understanding.  It was confirmed that I did not have to participate in this “forced” level of fun that involved travel and a huge crowd of people.

Anxiety became a little friendlier after that.  She gave me a shy smile and moved some of her things back to her own room.

My friend, Anxiety

It’s been several years since I spoke out about Anxiety and at a workplace no less.  I was lucky that where I worked understood about mental illness and worked with me and Anxiety.

We became friends after that.  Unlikely friends and our friendship can sometimes get a little turbulent, but we’re working it out.

Anxiety is still pretty overbearing at times, but I’ve learnt to push back.  She was with me when we decided to move countries and man was she a pain.  But we did it.  She was there when I did my first audio interview (believe me, that was a big deal).  But I did it.

I no longer see Anxiety as some oppressive force.  She is part of me and that’s okay.  She has her place in my life but she’s not allowed to squeeze as tight as she once used to.

Anxiety is still severe.  It’s just the way she is.  But I work with her every day.

So, have you met my friend, Anxiety?

She’s the one curled up in the corner, hyperventilating and overthinking scenarios and trying to vanish into thin air.  I know, she’s a little odd.  That’s why I don’t introduce her that often.  She’s not exactly the life of the party but she’s not so bad either.  This was just a bad day for her.  She’ll be okay.

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Thank you for taking the time to read this, and in doing so, understanding me a little bit more.

Happy writing

 Ari
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17 thoughts on “Have you met my friend, Anxiety?

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  2. How brave you are Ari! This was interesting reading as I could see so many similarities between your experiences and those of both my daughters. Having a partner who is supportive and understanding must help so much. Life can be extremely difficult for someone with anxiety and no-one to support them.

    • Thank you Clare for your kind words. Yes, Anxiety is many peoples roommates and since people are still often uncomfortable to talk about it (especially those with Anxiety) they may not always realise that other people know how they feel.

      Stigmas are starting to reduce, the more we talk, the more we show that these conditions are as rare as some people think.

      Yes, when I was with my ex, he wasn’t very supportive and neither are my parents who are very much in the camp of just saying “stop stressing” during a panic attack.

      I am very lucky my partner understands and supports and I wish that for everyone who struggles.

      I hope your daughters are managing with their own anxieties. 🙂

  3. You’re so brave. Well done for blogging about it. I struggle with Complex PTSD, anxiety and depression is a big part of my life. I totally understand retreating to my bedroom and being overwhelmed by new situations.
    It can be tough to accept.

  4. That was a great read! It takes so much courage to talk about things that hurt us and make us weak. You are more strong than you realize and you have achieved much. I feel so honoured for our little chat!

  5. Thanks for sharing your experiences, Ari. I’m’ so glad that you and your ‘roomate’ have come to better terms these days, and that you’ve found ways to make her a bit more friendly. It’s hard to cope with troubles that others can’t see- again, thanks for sharing, and helping others understand more.

    • Thank you Anne for your kind words. I think coming to terms with having Anxiety was a definite turning point for me. Yes I have to live with it, but I decide that I can live right up against the boundary lines 😊

  6. This was such a special read to me. I don’t know who I’ve told and who I haven’t told, but I have Generalized Anxiety Disorder. I was 16 when I was diagnosed but I think I had it long before then. I remember having my first anxiety attack in third grade (I was 8, I think). It’s not something I talk about to a lot of people. It’s hard to explain and for people to understand, though my closest friends and family are very supportive. In fact, my anxiety has been worse the past couple of months but I’m still managing to get by each day without having to go back to therapy or get back on medication. Some days I think I need to, but I’m still plugging along and trying to make friends with my Anxiety like you. I’ve actually been thinking about talking about it once in a while on my blog or even on my Tumblr to be more open about it and myself to my audience and internet friends.

    Thanks for sharing your story, Ari. And I know you have your wonderful partner, but if you should ever need someone to talk to, you know where to find me. 🙂

    • Thank you Rachel, for sharing your own personal experiences. I did not know you had GAD and I’m an so sorry hun, that you have been struggling more recently.

      It is hard to talk about our issues, but there is definitely something therapeutic discussing it sometime. Especially since the blogging world is full of wonderfully supportive people.

      Thank you for reaching out, please know, I am always here for you too.

      • Thank you. ❤ Honestly, I've come to understand it and myself better through blogging because I've met so many people who are similar to me.

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