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Anxiety - A Brilliant Personal Description of Hell

“Anxiety is love’s greatest killer… It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you.”
Anaïs Nin


This is a raw first-hand experience of an individual with a severe chronic anxiety disorder or rather just about every symptom of anxiety you could name. Though he does not mention DP and DR he touches upon just about every symptom I have had since childhood. This is a Hell in and of itself. A constant state of anxiety wears you down, and no you can’t “snap out of it.”

Read the entire article HERE.

Surviving Anxiety
“I’ve tried therapy, drugs, and booze. Here’s how I came to terms with the nation's most common mental illness.”
Scott Stossel
Dec 22 2013, 9:25 PM ET
The Atlantic

“I wish I could say that my anxiety is a recent development, or that it is limited to public speaking. It’s not. My wedding was accompanied by sweating so torrential that it soaked through my clothes and by shakes so severe that I had to lean on my bride at the altar, so as not to collapse. At the birth of our first child, the nurses had to briefly stop ministering to my wife, who was in the throes of labor, to attend to me as I turned pale and keeled over. I’ve abandoned dates; walked out of exams; and had breakdowns during job interviews, plane flights, train trips, and car rides, and simply walking down the street. On ordinary days, doing ordinary things—reading a book, lying in bed, talking on the phone, sitting in a meeting, playing tennis—I have thousands of times been stricken by a pervasive sense of existential dread and been beset by nausea, vertigo, shaking, and a panoply of other physical symptoms. In these instances, I have sometimes been convinced that death, or something somehow worse, was imminent.

Even when not actively afflicted by such acute episodes, I am buffeted by worry: about my health and my family members’ health; about finances; about work; about the rattle in my car and the dripping in my basement; about the encroachment of old age and the inevitability of death; about everything and nothing. Sometimes this worry gets transmuted into low-grade physical discomfort—stomachaches, headaches, dizziness, pains in my arms and legs—or a general malaise, as though I have mononucleosis or the flu. At various times, I have developed anxiety-induced difficulties breathing, swallowing, even walking; these difficulties then become obsessions, consuming all of my thinking.”