Anxious

As I write this post, I am sitting in the library desperately awaiting 3pm. At 3 o’clock this afternoon, I have an appointment with my therapist. I do not know why I want so badly to see them; I often feel as though it is just an hour in which I cry about my problems and come up with solutions I will never use. Nonetheless, I need it.

Over the past few days I have been experiencing a level of stress and anxiety I have not felt in a long time. It is hard to explain what I’m feeling but I’m going to try. It starts with a feeling of reservation, my normally bold and outgoing personality is smothered by this timid and scared girl that I do not know. My mind starts to question everything: “does my boyfriend really love me?” “why am I even in college?” “what if I am not as smart as I think I am?” These questions creep in until I can’t think about anything else. And then comes the weight. I start to feel like one of those heavy lead x-ray vests has been placed over all of my thoughts. Everything gets pushed down to the point where only the biggest, and often the scariest, thoughts can fight the weight and they become all that I feel, all that I know and all that I can believe in. Nothing else feels real because I don’t feel anything else at all. The weight is not only mental. My body starts to ache and shake with the burden of my lead filled veins. Walking, talking, even rolling over in bed starts to feel like too much for me to bear. If I can fight it, if I can use all of the logic, the training and the stamina that I have to move, to try to bear the weight, I cannot do anything else. If I use all of my strength to  walk to my class, I cannot also talk on the phone. If I show up to my class, I cannot also listen and learn because I am exhausted from the walk. This is how I have been feeling constantly for the past few days. But this is not the worst of it.

My exhaustion is punctuated by spells of absolute terror or moments of anguish. Like the tears in my eyes these feelings well up all at once and I can feel nothing else. I have no control over them. The sadness is not so bad, I feel it with the intensity of the sun but it cannot hurt me, its almost just inconvenient. It comes up at the worst of times; sometimes it is random while I’m in class or walking or in bed trying to do homework, but often it is triggered by something. On Monday, I was getting my blood work done when they told me I would have to go somewhere else the next day, then I felt it. The tears welled up in my eyes and I could not control what I was feeling, in that moment my mind turned weary and it was all I could do to speak to the nurse through my tears, to tell her that I was crying because I am stressed and that I could certainly return in the morning. I felt so powerless in that moment, crying for no reason at the slightest inconvenience.

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An original work I created to visually represent how I feel during a panic attack

But, if losing my power in moments like those were the worst thing that happened I think I could feel okay. The flashes of fear are much worse. When they come on it consumes me. I can feel nothing but afraid. My heart pounds, sweat breaks on my brow and moistens my palms. Sometimes I jump; all at once it feels like I am in a car crash. I have to think about breathing. I will be sitting down and immediately feel, no, I know that I have to run, I need to hide because something is terribly wrong. I hit the brakes in my car if I am driving while this happens; one time I pulled the emergency break on a bridge because of this feeling. The pickup truck behind me nearly smashed into the back of my ’95 Civic but luckily he was able to go around me. Sometimes I think about what would have happened had someone been driving in the other lane. I could have been killed, drowned in the river, and worse I could have hurt somebody else because in that moment I could not control my body. I do not remember what I was doing before I pulled the brake or what was in front of me, I don’t remember pulling it, I just remember fear. That is what I feel every time. It is not always as dangerous, but it is always convincing. It is like an emotional mirage, a hallucination but without a physical manifestation; I never know what I am afraid of, just that I am very afraid.

This week, I am sitting around fearing that fear. I am worried that I will be overcome by this wave of unrest. As I type this I am skipping a math exam because I am afraid. I canclose up of hands feel myself on the edge of these episodes. My body is weak, my head is pounding, there is a pit in my stomach and the trademark metallic taste of impending vomit on my tongue. Everything feels tight. I am wound up like a toy car, desperately trying to keep my wheels from spinning. But, I know that if I went to that exam I would be overcome by my stress, every effort I am making to not lose control would be in vain. I do not know if I will be able to makeup the exam, but I know that getting a zero would be better than walking into that room and possibly feeling that fear. Anything is better than screaming in terror during a math test, anything is better than throwing up on my exam sheet, anything is better than rocking back and forth staring at the wall while my time ticks away. It is embarrassing and it only makes the feelings worse.

I think one of the hardest parts of dealing with this is that I am not stressed about anything in particular. Yes, there are stressors, but they aren’t why I feel like this. I am the reason I feel this way. And there is nothing I can do about that. I have been breathing deeply, I have been allowing myself to feel my stress so that it does not build up, I have tried my best to fix my problems, to take action against my stresors. Yet here I am, crying in the library, intermittently feeling my waves of sadness, writing this post in the hopes that maybe these feelings will go away if I let them out. But it is not working

What to do when your life sucks

Do you ever have one of those days (or weeks, or months, or years, or lives) where everything seems to be going wrong? I do, all the time. So often in fact that I wonder how it is physically possible for so many things to be wrong all at once. Maybe, I tell myself, my life isn’t going wrong but rather my life is so good that even the most minor inconvenience feels terrible, but I do not actually think that is the case.

As you know Thanksgiving was the other day. I like many others made the pilgrimage (LOL pilgrim pun) back to my hometown for the long weekend. This is where my life starts to tank. The drive down was fine, 3 hours instead of an hour and a half but still fine. The trouble arose when I went to drive on one of the back roads and a tractor-trailer ran me to the edge of the road where the road then fell out from underneath of my car, yeah. THE FUCKING ROAD FELL OUT FROM UNDERNEATH OF MY CAR and created a pothole. This hole gave me a flat tire, but I was on a single lane road with no shoulder. So I pulled off into the safest patch of dirt and proceeded to take a look. My tire was free of holes, but definitely flat. So, my dad came to help me out. Here is where the patch of dirt was not so great; as we tried to jack up my car it just kept sinking and sinking into the damp ground and it took over an hour in the freezing cold to replace my tire with the spare. But that was not the end of my trouble. After inspecting my tires, my dad found that the tire is fine but my rim was bent and my car is now in need of alignment. My dad straightened the rim and my car is “fixed” temporarily but today my check engine light came on. Great. Of Course I own a 2009 Volkswagen Eos meaning that not only do I have expensive European parts, my car is also not very common so finding used parts is next to impossible.

Now, my beloved baby is wobbly and has her check engine light on. This will be fun (read expensive) to fix.If my car were the worst of my troubles, I would not have titled my post so dramatically. Alas, there is more. Over the weekend I found out that my father somehow has allowed his health insurance to lapse. This is no issue for him, but I am only 20 and in college so I too am on his insurance. Which means come December 1st I don’t have insurance until February. Guess who had a fucking doctor’s appointment scheduled for December 6th. This girl. I was supposed to meet with my endocrinologist to discuss how my new thyroid treatment is going. That means I needed blood work to be done one week in advance of my appointment. So, I rescheduled for Friday and skipped class to go in today and get my blood drawn. On my way my check engine light came on which should have been a sign as to how this was going to go.

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As it turns out, one of the blood tests I needed requires that it be done in the morning and I would have to fast. I had not yet eaten, but I did not get into the lab until 2pm. This meant that I skipped class and drove about an hour to the office only to be instructed to come back in the morning the next day. FML. Also, I now have to stress that my test results will not be ready before my appointment. Yes, I know that I do not have to stress. But, yes I do.

Additionally, I have a fucking math test on Wednesday and I am not prepared!!

What should you do when your life sucks? Idk. But, so far having a good cry, shrieking profanities in the car, taking a deep breath and taking a nap have done nothing to help the sinking feeling that I am fucked. And I am still going to fail this class and have to spend hundreds of dollars on my car and will most likely get somewhat bad news from the doctor on Friday.

Would starting a Youtube channel just be a cry for attention?

Here I am sitting in my Economics class the day before Thanksgiving break starts (and by break I mean 3 days without classes). The classroom is practically empty. The faint coughs from the back of the room are echoed by a man aggressively clearing his throat in the front.

Why is it that I only hear men clearing their throats? Are they going to stand up and perform an acapella song? Why else would you need to clear your throat in the middle of a lecture?

All good questions, but back to my lecture.

My professor is a peppy sandy blond woman. I like her. She does character voices when going through scenarios and gets excited about chapter topics. Today, shes wearing one of her more basic outfits: over-sized white sunglasses with black polka dots (indoors), her hair is dyed a faint pink on the tips,  she wears dangly saucer earrings, and a plain denim top with leggings and knee high black boots. Sadly, as much as I like her personality, I have a hard time following her in class and end up studying on my own. I know what you’re thinking: “well maybe if you didn’t type your blog post that literally nobody will read while she lectures, then maybe you would learn.” To that I say, shut up imaginary internet people; I have given her a chance and this is the first time I’ve distracted myself during her lecture.

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What does this have to do with Youtube and my constant desire for attention?

Welllll, lately I have been very stressed about one thing in particular. My math class! Right now, I have about a C- in the class, which is still technically passing. But, I still have 2 more exams and some of my less than awesome quiz grades have yet to be uploaded. in order to actually pass the class I would need to pull a hail Mary and score an average of around a B- on both my final and my third “mid-term” test. Sounds reasonable except I have gotten a 66% on both of my previous tests.

“This still does not connect to youtube!” I’m getting there.

If I do not pass this class, I have decided to drop Economics as a major. I know that seems really extreme. Like, “really you’re just going to give up?” Yes I am! Because if I do not give up, it will take me like an extra year to graduate and every class will just be a very expensive uphill climb until I get my degree.

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Which brings me to Youtube.

I think it might be cool to sort of document my failure (or possible success) and let people know that like it is okay to stumble. My videos would be about lots of things: managing my hypothyroidism and balancing school work, study methods, working some fun into everyday life, and so much more.

I don’t know though, because the channel will probably be like this blog and have zero viewership because I am not super willing to promote my content to my friends on social media and  do not really know how to market my stuff otherwise.