Today’s topic makes me chuckle…. “A problem you have or have had in the past”. Where do I start? I can only post one problem? LOL
I think for me, my “biggest” problem would be my anxiety. I hate it with everything I have.
After I had my daughter in 2005, I got into a funk. It was bad… not horrible, but bad. It got to the point that I couldn’t go out in public alone either. That’s when I knew something was going on. I mean, I could not, under any circumstance, go into public by myself (unless to work) unless my husband was with me. I couldn’t even go if it was my daughter and me. So I ended up going to the doctor who diagnosed me with post partum depression and pregnancy induced social anxiety. Oh joy.
I was medicated with a medication that worked, but not the way I wanted. So after a few months, and with lack of insurance, I stopped taking the medication. Not really giving any thought to the anxiety issue. I just became really reliant on other people having to be in public with me. Which wasn’t so bad. Hubby and I typically do everything else together anyway.
It wasn’t until after my grandfather’s suicide in 2009 that I really started to lose my mind. I thought I was going crazy and I was having massive anxiety attacks. I saw a doctor who prescribed me medication and a therapist (weekly) who helped me work through the trauma and realize my anxiety issues. While I still have anxiety (some days better than others) I am learning that it really is something I have to learn how to live with.
On good days, I am great! I can go shopping by myself, I do not stress and worry about little things. On my bad days, I can be anywhere from stressed to crazy. Some bad days may be just panicking over things like finances. Some bad days involve me worrying about what others think of me or thinking that people do not like me or think I look odd or what have you. Some bad days I am all around crazy and should not be left alone! (Funny, but in all seriousness, I have had one weekend of that said “bad” day since the start of the new year).
So yes, I have shared a part of me that few realize or acknowledge, and yes, that is my problem that I had and have! =0)
