Anxiety, panic, and depression are often invisible and misunderstood. I’ve maintained my outward so called normalcy for a long time, managing daily activities like working and socializing until the day recently when I no longer could.
I’ve always been a private and independent person living away from my family the majority of my life. Some of my family gauges my well-being on two questions: how’s work, and is everything ok? No crisis to report means all is well. It became easy to leave the details of my daily struggles out of the family conversation.
I’ve reached the point now where I have the difficult task of explaining my illness to family and friends. An illness that to them has appeared suddenly. I’m trying to explain the progression of an illness that follows no set course, has been building for years, and is now beyond my ability to control.
It’s challenging, frustrating, and sometimes I feel like it’s impossible. I didn’t break a arm or a leg. There is no cast to wear for anxiety. It’s not a cold or flu that will clear within a week or two. It’s emotions, fears, and their physical manisfestations that are sometimes hard to put into words for myself much less explain them to someone else. Wish me luck.