Quote From: azaelynvelroseAlright. I am going to apologize ahead of time because there is no doubt in my mind this will be a LONG post. Even now, as I type, my arms feel shakey, and I have butterflies in the pit of my stomach. This is a constant thing for me now.
Two months ago, my husband switched jobs, and began working third shifts. Of course, I HATED this idea. I love my husband and believe it or not, I actually LIKE being in bed with him at night. XD BUT--he had to do what was best for him and our family. The job was LOADS more money, and a lot less stress on him. No more on call, no more working holidays... that sort of thing.
Well... the very first night was rough for me. I brought my 4 yr old daughter into my bedroom because I felt more comfortable with her in there. (I was getting up every half hour and checking on her) I put a 10 lb bag of cat food in front of the living room door and locked both locks. Phone was brought into my bedroom, bedroom door was locked tight and I snuggled down with my laptop to watch something to take my mind off of things.
Slowly though-- it progressed. Soon I was afraid of the apartment catching fire. With me being in the back bedroom, how could I hear if someone knocked on the front door to let me know there was a fire? Well...I remedied this by purchasing a new smoke alarm and installing it in my bedroom. I thought... problem solved.
Hardly. Soon-- it turned into--well... I have electrical cords running under my bed? What do I do if my bed catches fire while my daughter and I are asleep? Would I wake up?
Remedy-- Move the cords.
Easy enough, right?
Wrong.
The next day, two hours before my husband was to leave for work, I broke down into tears. I was shaking terribly, couldn't breath, there were butterflies in my tummy and I KNEW something bad was going to happen. Within minutes, the fear manifested itself and I knew, if he left and I was alone all night long...I would catch fire and die. Let me repeat that. I WOULD CATCH FIRE AND DIE. Me. Not the bed...not the apartment...Me.
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For three days I had this impending sense of doom. I was in hell, hot flashes, nervousness and I know it sounds silly, but I spent hours in the bathtub soaking in water and crying, convinced that if I stayed in the water, I wouldn't burn.
Finally my husband made me call a doctor. A few days later I had my first visit with the dr. He prescribed Lexapro and ativan. Four days into taking the lexapro (I hadn't taken an ativan yet) I tried to go to sleep one night, and this thought popped into my mind.
What if I sleep walk into the kitchen and get a knife, and do something to hurt my daughter?
I had never had fears like this...never had such terrible terrible thoughts and the images that came with it made me sick. I was in tears, shaking...home alone with my daughter. Finally...I called the Dr,s office. It was midnight. (Mind you, I called them as I have no family anywhere around here, and no real friends to speak of) I got to speak with the on call Doctor, who was a wonderful woman. I think she saved my sanity that night--she told me these were fears, and not impulses. I wasn't going to hurt my daughter, and she stayed on the phone with me for close to an hour or so, just talking to me. She also pulled me off of the lexapro. I just remember I kept telling her, "I love my baby girl, I would NEVER NEVER hurt her..." Thinking about it now makes me tear up. I feel so guilty for ever having such a fear.
The guilt from those thoughts remained with me for three or four days, and have since been gone. I've been off of the Lexapro for two or three weeks now...but I am in a constant state of worry and nervousness. I've always been a worryer, but never like this. The IRRATIONAL fear of spontaneously bursting into flames remains with me. It's always at the back of my mind...it's always there. If I have had a good day, and not thought of it much, by the end of the day, this thought pops into my mind--"Wow...great job, you didn't think about burning up all day long...but now...now...you are"
I'm seeing a therapist now. I have only had one visit, and my next visit is just over a week away, but these thoughts, the nervousness, the anxiety, the irrationality of it all...it's so tiring and it is driving me nuts. I want to feel like my normal self again. I want to be comfortable in my own home, and being alone. I never had issues being alone before....
Where you are right now is a scary place to be, but you will get through it. I've been there myself and know many other perfectly nice people who have as well, so I'm not speaking out of my bum (not that I would even know how). Unwanted thoughts,compulsive behaviors, and the dreaded "panic attack" are normal for a person with an Anxiety and/or Obsessive-Compulsive disorder.
The bad news is that you have an illness and the good news is that it can be treated. Cognitive behavioral therapy (or CBT) would be especially helpful. It teaches a person to identify thought patterns that lead to anxiety/fear that lead to further negative thoughts that lead to greater fear,etc.etc. You basically learn to step off the worried/scared/disturbing thought merry-go-round. The behavior part teaches you things like how to be able to go to bed alone without worrying.
The right medication can make a dramatic difference for many people as well. Lexapro is probably not the medication for you, and perhaps you just need another type of SRI. Know that it takes at least a week for enough of the medication to be absorbed by your system before you will notice any change.
Do you know precisely what your condition is?