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To other people, I’m just a handful of adjectives and stereotypes: a control freak, a worrier, a complainer.

 

 

 

By BETH ANDERSON

It’s Friday, mid-morning, and for the first time this week I can almost breathe. For the first time since my feet hit the floor on Monday morning, the finish line is in sight and that thought alone is sustaining my weary body and foggy head through the day.

My right eye is twitching. It’s been doing that for over a week now, despite my best efforts to add extra magnesium to my daily vitamins and getting into bed early. This morning I’ve been asked by 3 separate co-workers if I am okay. I say ‘yes, why?’.

‘You look really tired.’

I sigh and nod.

Wednesday was the worst. I was travelling ok on Monday and Tuesday and then I got to my desk on Wednesday morning and suddenly my heart was pounding, and the vortex opened in my chest. I was overrun by panic. I don’t know why, I never do. It just happens. Every little thing made me feel completely and totally overwhelmed and out of my depth as a human being. The space in the front of my mind feels like a clogged lint filter, and suddenly everything is too hard, or too much. My mind screams a muffled ‘NONONONONONO NO NO NO NO NO!!!’ to every task. All I can see is my immense panic, my need to escape. My need to climb away into a safe, dark space and be horizontal til it passes.

I think the worst thing aside from the physical feeling is the stigma attached to having anxiety at all. It affects my every moment, even the ones where I am deeply asleep. My dreams betray my subconscious anxieties, even when my consciousness is absent. There is no escape.

To other people, I’m just a handful of adjectives and stereotypes: a control freak, a worrier, a complainer, a highly-strung individual. OCD. Aggressive. Impatient, incapable, ungracious, even frightening in my ferocity. I’ve heard them all. And every single one of them hurts, every single time. I assure you, I am probably none of those things if not for anxiety and I don’t need a daily reminder of how my way of coping differs from yours.

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I also don’t need to be reminded of how tired I look, or told to just relax. Anxiety is its own master, it does not respond to my commands. So while you are sitting enjoying your relaxed approach to high stress situations, do not judge me for being bogged down in my own, regardless of how wrong it might seem to you.

There was no point in my life where I woke up one day and just suddenly decided to be anxious. In fact every day is a constant battle to beat back the monster in my chest, to stem the flood of anxious thoughts, feelings and situations I have to face. It could be argued that I am a white 30 year old woman with a decent set of pins and a happy, prosperous life, so why be worried? It could be argued that in comparison to my third world counterparts, my life is indescribably sweet and privileged.

I know this. Not for one second am I so spoiled or ungrateful that I don’t recognize the huge blessings in my world. I have a wonderful family, a beautiful husband who loves me very deeply and God bless his cotton socks, helps bring me down from every tree I find myself stuck in when anxiety strikes. I have a job. I have access to healthcare. I live in one of the luckiest countries in the world. But don’t for one second believe that this has anything to do with my anxiety disorder.

Anxiety is never the same from person to person, just as each diabetic is different, as each cancer is, as any illness will inevitably be. It may demonstrate common characteristics, but it is never, ever the same for everyone. So please, stop trying to rule us all under the same margin. And please, stop trying to make us feel like freaks when we react differently to your expectations. Just as we cannot explain the urgency of the panic inside us and expect you to understand, so you should not expect us to cope differently. You wouldn’t expect a mute person to speak, so why expect someone who suffers anxiety as a legitimate disorder to be calm all the time? I assure you, we are trying our best.

We medicate. We undertake behavioral therapy. We see shrinks and psychs and doctors. We vent to our friends. Some of us do it better than others. Some of us just can’t. We do what we can to fit in, despite the churning and sometimes crippling fear that lies ever-present beneath the facade.

We just ask for understanding. Don’t demand we fit your mold. The pressure to ‘be normal’ is there already, please don’t remind us of our differences.

Be compassionate. Be kind. Don’t assume. Don’t judge. And whatever you do, please, please don’t overlook our usefulness.

We are the people paying attention to the details you overlook. We are the analysts. The forecasters. The trend setters. The entrepreneurs. The artists. The ones who move you. The ones who actually do get shit done once the waves subside and the surface is clear again. Don’t make the assumption that just because the waters aren’t calm, there isn’t progress. Don’t overlook our way of contributing to your world, to your business, to your relationships.

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Anxiety affects one in four people.

People with anxiety disorders feel an immensely deep connection to those they love. Those they trust are more precious than gold to us. If you aren’t one of those people, it’s likely you shut yourself off to that possibility because the highly-strung part of us turned you off. And sooner or later, we got sick and tired of apologizing for being wired the way we are. We got tired of having to explain ourselves, to pretend to be something and someone we are not. Those who recognise the beauty and value of anxiety sufferers stick around, and more importantly, they don’t expect anything other than the openness and honesty of admitting we all struggle. They acknowledge within themselves and understand that we are all flawed.

In between the time I started writing this and the time it will be published, I completed the highest volumes of work in my team at my day job, organized payments on numerous invoices and bills, had three mild panic attacks and yet I’m STILL going. It’s now 2:45pm and I am 1 hour and 45 minutes away from leaving work for the weekend, where I will no doubt be moody, stressed, tired and panicky all over again. While I wish I didn’t have to contend with this illness every day, I am proud of who I am and what I can achieve in spite of it. Anxiety makes me stronger, one panic attack at a time.

To find out more about anxiety – including what causes it, the signs and symptoms and the types of treatments available – go to beyondblue.

Beth Anderson is a Singer/Songwriter and all-round Word Nerd living in Melbourne’s CBD, hailing from Perth, Western Australia. Her album went to number 1 in the month of its release on iTunes Australia and she is the sister of the late Cancer Crusader and Youtube tear-jerker Kristian Anderson. You can buy her album “To The Fall” on iTunes and find her blog here.

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