Anxiety…. according to the dictionary anxiety is a “feeling of worry, nervousness, or unease, typically about an imminent event or something with an uncertain outcome.” As much as I enjoy writing, this is very hard. All of us will deal with some level of anxiety at some point or several points in our life. But when is it too much? According to the National Institute of Mental Health (NIMH) “people with generalized anxiety disorder display excessive anxiety or worry for months. Symptoms can include restlessness, feeling on the edge, fatigue, irritability and more.”
What I do know is I finally recognized and admitted to some symptoms of anxiety and depression and sought help. My life has changed. As many as one and three people deal with some form of mental health issues like depression and anxiety at some point in their life. Which means there are a lot more individuals surrounding us that are dealing with these “elephants in the room” then what we know. I remember growing up and people talking about people that took pills for their nerves or that had a mental breakdown. My only thought of mental health issues were the extreme cases. In college some of my best friends dealt with depression but I really didn’t know what to think, how to help, or what to do. It was easier to simply ignore that part and build our friendship on so many other things. I have some very good friends who’s family members have dealt with severe depression. It has been an eye-opener.
What about me? It was February of 2015 when I finally admitted that I could not live the way I was anymore. I was angry. I was extremely irritable. I was tired. I felt stuck with my career. I felt like I was constantly surrounded by a great big gray cloud. I told myself I had no reason to feel this way. We had recently bought our home in the country. My boys were healthy and happy. We had a fabulous school, daycare, and friends close by. I have an amazing man I call my husband who loves me more than I could ever imagine. So in my mind I kept telling myself to just get over it. Look at all those other people with things so much worse than me. But I just couldn’t break it.
The Tipping Point? One night Little Bear decided to pour his own milk without assistance which resulted in a spill. I flipped out. I yelled at him. The look on his face will be forever etched in my memory. I cried. I called my doctor the next day. In visiting with her she said you are suffering from depression and anxiety. Wow. At the time I was reluctant to accept that. We talked. She prescribed a low dose antidepressant and said to call if anything came up and see her again in a month. I admit I felt defeated. I somehow felt inferior or less able because I couldn’t snap out of it on my own.
I’m a reader. I read lots of books and news articles and realized she was right. Then this amazing thing happened after starting on antidepressants my mood started to brighten and the irritability went away. Fast forward to today. I switched my meds a few times and started seeing a counselor therapist life coach as well. And through all of this I am happier now. I am stronger now. I am more focused now. I am a better wife. And most importantly I am a better mom.
Raising a child with special healthcare needs adds a tremendous amount of stress to a person and a family. Some studies say that parents of children with autism exhibit the same symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder as soldiers coming back from combat. It is always being at a heightened sense of awareness 24/7/365. It’s the lack of sleep. It’s the constant doctor appointments and meetings to schedule and keep track of. It’s the fear that grips your heart every time your phone rings and it’s from school, daycare or the doctor’s office. Because every email, every text, every phone call has the potential to rock your entire world to the core. And until you have lived with a child with a disability it’s really hard to understand what anxiety really means. I have many friends with kids with disabilities. And the more we talk and the more we share the more I see myself in them. I am no longer ashamed to admit that I need help. I think we all need help in some ways at some time in our life. I have struggled to admit this to my own family and some of my friends but not anymore. Nobody says that you have to go on an antidepressant. Nobody says you have to see a counselor/therapist/life coach. Nobody wants to say I need help.
So this is my way of giving myself permission to say I need help and I’m getting help. Hopefully one person out there reading this will have the courage to admit that they to need help.
Maybe you need to call your pastor. Maybe you just need a visit with a trusted friend. Maybe you really just need somebody to come and help you clean your house or rake your yard or maybe make a meal. If someone approaches you and asks for a listening ear or a little help – give it. You may not know what that person is truly dealing with right now and you might just be enough to give them the strength and ability to face another day.
Why write about this now? You see my employer had the opportunity to allow an individual with a disability who is working with the vocational rehabilitation program to come into our office for a couple hours a week as a volunteer/job shadow to get a feel for what opportunities might exist for this individual. The majority of our office personnel are on board. But after two days of this individual coming to our office I find myself extremely anxious when this person is there. It has nothing to do with the person’s ability actually they do a fabulous job. It’s attitude I sense from others. It’s the attitude of why do we have to do this? Why did this person have to come here. What if something bad happens? What if…what if…what if… It almost feels like discrimination.
Then my Fierce Mama Bear personality takes over and I start to worry about the Discrimination little Bear is going to face someday. I fear for the discrimination Nate and I have or will have to face as parents of a child with special needs. I feel angry. Angry that we live in a world that still finds it okay to discriminate on the basis of anything. I’m angry at myself for all those times in my life that I discriminated against someone. Thankfully because of where I am at in life and the meds I take, the counselor I see and the amazing friends and family I have, I can tell myself that it’s okay. Because of my faith I can say a prayer and ask for forgiveness for all the times I was guilty of discrimination and I can say a prayer to forgive others for their acts of discrimination. And I can take that anger and use it as fuel to further my advocacy skills. It’s my job to do whatever I can to ensure a little less discrimination for Little Bear. It’s my job to get him involved so he makes friends that’ll have his back and that will be there for him.
You see anxiety doesn’t hold me hostage any more. I am using it to make myself a better person. A better friend. A better wife. A better mom. And a better advocate. So hopefully I can make the world a better place for my sons.
If you or someone you know is facing anxiety or depression or any thoughts of hopelessness or suicide, please reach out to someone. Anyone. A phone call, a text, an email, anything to anyone. You matter. And there is help.
The National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-8255