Through the Looking Glass

I've suffered from Panic and Anxiety Disorder for nearly thirty years. For me, it's a chronic condition. I've learnt a lot over the years in relation to how to live with it. When I first got it, in its acute state, I eagerly awaited and longed for the day when I could go out and about - or even be sitting at home - and not feel anxious and/or panicky anymore. A great number of people fully recover but I'm not one of them.

My PAD doesn't define who I am. I'm more than my disorder. It is, however, part of who I am. And that's okay. In fact, it's more than okay. I won't jump for joy that I have it but I've completely and totally come to terms with it. The feelings of anxiety come and go as they always have but I'm more apt these days to feel curious, rather than more anxious when they do. "I wonder what triggered this?" The feelings aren't pleasant but I know from experience that they'll pass so I just need to keep on keeping on. Some days I even put myself in situations that I know will trigger me because I don't want my world to become narrow by avoiding triggers.

One of my friends has developed acute PAD and depression in the wake of a debilitating physical illness, which included a bad reaction to one of the prescribed pharmaceuticals. She asked if I might be able to help her so I went and visited her last week. It was very difficult for me for two reasons. As we sat and I listened to her talk about her anxiety, depression and concerns, I knew that she was in such an acute state that there was little of a practical nature I could say to her. All I could do was be there for her. I think that was enough because I know what she's going through and that gave her some comfort. It took me nearly thirty years to be at the point I am now. Thirty years of learning and growing. How could I possibly give her all that information? And even if I did, I think she's too distressed right now to be able to absorb any of it. If someone had given me that knowledge back when it started, it wouldn't have been internalised.

And, of course, there were the inevitable feelings of sadness. When I looked at her, I saw myself as I was as a young woman when it first started. Not much was known about anxiety then and I seriously feared that I was going insane and would be institutionalised. (I'd say those dramatic thoughts are fairly indicative that I'm an anxiety sufferer!!!) It was like looking in a distorted mirror, visiting with my friend. I felt quite fragile that evening and had to be kind to myself.

My friend has a hard road ahead of her. Despite having come to terms with my PAD, it's not something that I wish on anyone and I hope she makes a full recovery. I will certainly be there for her every step of the way. I'll just need to make sure I take care of myself in the process.