Saturday, April 04, 2015
Help, I need somebody Help, not just anybody Help, you know I need someone, help
Those who know me may remember that a couple of years ago I went on a coach trip to London and had a massive anxiety attack and had to get off the coach in Leeds. This led to a nervous breakdown and depression which lasted a few months until I pulled my socks up and insisted on a phased return to work, so I could get back to normal life.
While I am still on daily pills for depression, which could also be caused by my diabetes, I have, for the past couple of years been seeing a psychiatrist.
Now, I wouldn’t recommend a ‘shrink’ I still don’t think that she has helped me very much. But I have finally accepted her diagnosis that I am a sufferer of Agoraphobia.
I always thought that to have this disorder then it meant that you couldn’t leave the house without having a panic attack, while, in extreme cases, this is true.
The most common effect is panic attacks when you leave your ‘bubble’.
I have travelled all over this country with my previous job and have been on holiday loads of times. But it was all a long time ago, in fact. It was all before I gave up drinking.
The problems that I have with alcohol are well documented and continue to this day. The shock that happened to my body, not including being left diabetic, has been both physical and mental.
It is not confirmed that my near death experience with pancreatitis and depression and Agoraphobia are all connected. But it certainly looks that way.
I have been noticing more and more that, when travelling alone on a bus or train, even to somewhere like Leeds, leaves me with butterflies in my stomach. Ridiculous, I know, but it happens. If I’m asked to travel further afield, then you may as well as me to fly to the moon because it ain’t gonna happen, bud.
I’ve never enjoyed travelling, even when I was a kid. I always found the outward journey, tedious and then I would wind myself up that I have to do this journey again to get home. This used to upset me where ever I went with my family. If I had to travel more than an hour then I’d be a wreck. BUT, I hid it. I bottled it all up and I’m slowly thinking that maybe I’ve always suffered from Agoraphobia.
Does anybody who reads this blog suffer from depression, Agoraphobia, alcohol addiction?
I think I might find it beneficial to talk to someone who isn’t a specialist, and reviews everything as a ‘doctor’ would.
Woggzeh
While I am still on daily pills for depression, which could also be caused by my diabetes, I have, for the past couple of years been seeing a psychiatrist.
Now, I wouldn’t recommend a ‘shrink’ I still don’t think that she has helped me very much. But I have finally accepted her diagnosis that I am a sufferer of Agoraphobia.
I always thought that to have this disorder then it meant that you couldn’t leave the house without having a panic attack, while, in extreme cases, this is true.
The most common effect is panic attacks when you leave your ‘bubble’.
I have travelled all over this country with my previous job and have been on holiday loads of times. But it was all a long time ago, in fact. It was all before I gave up drinking.
The problems that I have with alcohol are well documented and continue to this day. The shock that happened to my body, not including being left diabetic, has been both physical and mental.
It is not confirmed that my near death experience with pancreatitis and depression and Agoraphobia are all connected. But it certainly looks that way.
I have been noticing more and more that, when travelling alone on a bus or train, even to somewhere like Leeds, leaves me with butterflies in my stomach. Ridiculous, I know, but it happens. If I’m asked to travel further afield, then you may as well as me to fly to the moon because it ain’t gonna happen, bud.
I’ve never enjoyed travelling, even when I was a kid. I always found the outward journey, tedious and then I would wind myself up that I have to do this journey again to get home. This used to upset me where ever I went with my family. If I had to travel more than an hour then I’d be a wreck. BUT, I hid it. I bottled it all up and I’m slowly thinking that maybe I’ve always suffered from Agoraphobia.
Does anybody who reads this blog suffer from depression, Agoraphobia, alcohol addiction?
I think I might find it beneficial to talk to someone who isn’t a specialist, and reviews everything as a ‘doctor’ would.
Woggzeh
# posted by Woggzeh @ 7:04 pm 
