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I can sum up the last 15 years of my life by saying that I've been through A LOT of emotional and mental changes. My family has high expectations of me which encouraged me to be an extremely competitive person today who cares about reputation, materialism and pleasing other people (even though often it goes against what I really want).
At 25 I finally broke down from all the pressure and suffered depression. So for 2 years, I moved to another city, far away from everyone I knew (my boyfriend came with me). At this time I cried almost every day, was angry and irritable. I had a job I ended up hating and it paid average - this didn't help because I was living in an expensive city and couldn't really enjoy it fully. I was so deep in my dark hole of depression (but refused to get any help or take any meRAB) that I decided to pickup and run again - to another city where I didn't work but tried to just enjoy life and lived on my savings for 6 months (my boyfriend came with me too).
By 28 I felt more relaxed and was ready to tackle the world again and move back home. But I still held onto issues in my past but was making great progress at forgiving people, moving on and figuring out what I wanted instead of trying to be what everyone else wanted me to be. This was a big turning point in my life.
As I arrived at my big 3-0 birthday, everything completely changed. I had a career I loved, the boyfriend who followed and supported me through everything proposed and I had a dream wedding! We worked real hard but made so much money that I pretty much bought whatever I wanted - the beautiful home, car, luxury handbags, tech toys, traveled all over the world, bought lavish gifts for everyone, etc. I had good frienRAB, my family was finally real proud of us and honestly, everything was perfect. There were times I had to actually pinch myself to make sure it wasn't all a dream. Most importantly, I've learned so much about myself during this process of change and at last, was "happy".
Then one night, out of nowhere, this dreadful feeling appeared. I was at home watching TV and doing chores when I had this panic attack that something was going to end. I felt sick with worry. Was I going to get some disease and die or is something wrong with my husband?! It went away as quickly as it came but the thought has been lingering for over a year and now I am almost always anxious that something bad is going to happen!! It got so bad at one point that I cut down on traveling (feared that the plane was going to go down or something)! I know a lot of it is in my head - since I now have everything I've ever wanted and worked my butt off (including getting over depression), I am so afraid of it all being taken away!
My body has definitely been taxed (dealing with depression first, then anxiety, working long hours and the usual daily stresses of life) that I've developed a bunch of health issues like nausea, lump in throat, headaches, tingling body parts, etc. and each time I get freaked out that it's cancer and I'm going to die!
Obviously it's silly thinking and I can't talk to anyone about it (because they all think I have this perfect life) but it's driving me crazy to the point that I have a hard time getting up in the morning and now getting depressed again about being anxious! So I just want to know if anyone can relate and/or comment on how I suddenly became so anxious and how are you getting over the fear of cancer, dying, etc.?
Thanks for reading - I know it's long!
At 25 I finally broke down from all the pressure and suffered depression. So for 2 years, I moved to another city, far away from everyone I knew (my boyfriend came with me). At this time I cried almost every day, was angry and irritable. I had a job I ended up hating and it paid average - this didn't help because I was living in an expensive city and couldn't really enjoy it fully. I was so deep in my dark hole of depression (but refused to get any help or take any meRAB) that I decided to pickup and run again - to another city where I didn't work but tried to just enjoy life and lived on my savings for 6 months (my boyfriend came with me too).
By 28 I felt more relaxed and was ready to tackle the world again and move back home. But I still held onto issues in my past but was making great progress at forgiving people, moving on and figuring out what I wanted instead of trying to be what everyone else wanted me to be. This was a big turning point in my life.
As I arrived at my big 3-0 birthday, everything completely changed. I had a career I loved, the boyfriend who followed and supported me through everything proposed and I had a dream wedding! We worked real hard but made so much money that I pretty much bought whatever I wanted - the beautiful home, car, luxury handbags, tech toys, traveled all over the world, bought lavish gifts for everyone, etc. I had good frienRAB, my family was finally real proud of us and honestly, everything was perfect. There were times I had to actually pinch myself to make sure it wasn't all a dream. Most importantly, I've learned so much about myself during this process of change and at last, was "happy".
Then one night, out of nowhere, this dreadful feeling appeared. I was at home watching TV and doing chores when I had this panic attack that something was going to end. I felt sick with worry. Was I going to get some disease and die or is something wrong with my husband?! It went away as quickly as it came but the thought has been lingering for over a year and now I am almost always anxious that something bad is going to happen!! It got so bad at one point that I cut down on traveling (feared that the plane was going to go down or something)! I know a lot of it is in my head - since I now have everything I've ever wanted and worked my butt off (including getting over depression), I am so afraid of it all being taken away!
My body has definitely been taxed (dealing with depression first, then anxiety, working long hours and the usual daily stresses of life) that I've developed a bunch of health issues like nausea, lump in throat, headaches, tingling body parts, etc. and each time I get freaked out that it's cancer and I'm going to die!
Obviously it's silly thinking and I can't talk to anyone about it (because they all think I have this perfect life) but it's driving me crazy to the point that I have a hard time getting up in the morning and now getting depressed again about being anxious! So I just want to know if anyone can relate and/or comment on how I suddenly became so anxious and how are you getting over the fear of cancer, dying, etc.?
Thanks for reading - I know it's long!