Living with and loving someone with anxiety is way harder that it seems
Have you heard that love moves mountains? Well, if it doesn’t, at least it makes everything more endurable.
I decided to start this blog as a way of releasing some steam, of keeping record of everything that we’ve been through. I’m not even sure I’ll ever make this public, but something deep inside me tells me that my experience can someday help someone else going through something similar.
I guess the title pretty much sums up what the blog is about. Anxiety is a very complex disorder. The more I study about it, the more I realize there is so much more to know. Every person has a different set of experiences, traumas, traits, ways of coping and circumstances. Anxiety does not look the same for everyone.
My husband was diagnosed with GAD (General Anxiety Disorder) on October 201 7after experiencing one of the hardest health crisis in his life. Earlier in that year, he discovered he had reactive hypoglycemia. It took a long time to figure that out, so in the meantime he became very sick. But that’s a story for a different post.
Since then, I’ve been through so many facets of myself, so many emotional crises, so much drama. The more I researched the more I realized that almost no one talks about the other side of the coin. Almost nobody talks about us –the wives, mothers, fathers, children and friends of those who have a mental condition.
Sure, there are government and health institution’s webpages explaining loved ones how to cope with a sick relative… but to be honest, none of them shed enough light on my situation.
As I said before, every person is different, each family works differently too. I knew the basics (or maybe more than just the basics) like respecting his right to have an opinion about the way he wanted to treat his condition, but most often than not I found myself in front of very gray areas where that simple advice seemed very hard to apply.
I knew I had to document my experience. I knew I needed to speak out and just share what a difficult journey this is. But I also want to share those things that have given me (and him) hope for the future and peace in the present. God and my Christian faith in Jesus Christ have been my anchor, so expect to read something about it here too.
So, if I ever made this public and you’re reading this because you are suffering from anxiety or you love someone who is, then I want to welcome you and tell you that, however different our particular situations may be, you’re not the only one. You’re not alone. It is ok to feel scared, frustrated, worried, even angry. I hope that my journey helps you in one way or another.