My Medicated Life

   Kids have strange fears and thought processes. Almost every kid I knew growing up in California was afraid of tornados at some point. The threat of an actual tornado hitting our area being closer to zero. Some kids were afraid of dinosaurs even though they've been extinct for quite some time. Personally, I was afraid of everything. I was afraid of the rapture and all the horrible things in Revelations. I was afraid of earthquakes that they were going to crush me even though they were usually small. I was afraid of death and would lie awake at night as early as 6 or 7 years old having full blown panic attacks that I would stop breathing if I went to sleep. I am told these things are not normal. Pacing back and forth in your room and feeling like you're having a heart attack, giving yourself anxiety to the point of getting gastritis, and having adrenaline to the point of feeling like you might pass out were all part of my childhood. To me, this was normal.

   I was neurotic at best as a kid but most just perceived me as painfully shy or awkward. I didn't know how to handle a lot of things so I kept to myself and my family. As I grew older I found different coping mechanisms though most wouldn't be considered healthy. I learned to hide the anxiety and depression but I didn't deal with it. Gastritis and break outs, black out panics and blank stares. These were my adult reality when I was left to my own devices. I knew I could be anxious, my mom always said I worried a lot but the gravity of it was always lost on me. I would make it to work but anything else was too exhausting. I spent my days laying on my bed accomplishing nothing. Not having the motivation to try anything or care if I didn't. It wasn't until my last year or so that I've come to realize that these are not normal traits. There have been multiple factors over this time that have slowly made me realize that I needed to get help. Probably one of the slowest and hardest processes for me; deciding to make the appointment and talk to the doctor. Then finally swallowing that first pill.