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Why am I controlled by my anxiety one day but not another? January 23, 2006

Posted by freebird in Anxiety.
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1. Paul David - March 26, 2007

Hi my name is Paul David and I suffered from anxiety for 10 years and my life is now dedicated to helping others. Anxiety is an up and down affair, one day we may feel free and the next awful. This can really throw people and unfortunatly can have them questioning how they feel all over again, going down the road of self-pity and statements such as ‘Why me’, ‘This will never go away’.

Anxiety is a clever beast at times and relies on our dislike of it to continue, it is all the fear and worry of how we are feeling that gives it the very fuel to continue. The up and down affair should be approached with a shrug of the shoulders, sometimes we feel happy, other times we feel sad, we don’t question why as we see it as part of life. This is how we should approach anxiety, some days are better than others.

I do have my own website with more help and advice if you would care to pop along then feel free. http://www.anxietynomore.co.uk

2. Jeannie - February 6, 2008

Hi Paul,

I also have a website but it is new so I am researching different blogs on the web and came across yours. It would be nice if we could have a reciprocal link so we could compliment one another in terms of helping people. Not sure if this is an appropriate place to email, but it is very early in the AM so excuse my poor netiquette.

3. Barb - February 13, 2009

Because I’m a woman, for years I convinced myself my anxiety was hormonal (women tend to think everything is hormonal) and that was why one day I’d be fine and the next I’d be climbing the walls. Of course there was never a real pattern so I don’t know if it was or not. But there were always certain situations I could count on to bring out the worst in me.

Church, elevators, parties, business meetings, dining out, riding in the car with anyone other than my husband – those were times I could count on having a problem. But unfortunately those weren’t the only times. It can be debilitating.