I was an anxiety sufferer, and the whole process lasted three and a half years. The purpose of writing this article today is to share how I suffered from anxiety, how I fell deeper and deeper, and how I finally slowly came out. Of course, I may not be able to finish an article, so here I will first write about how I got sick. I plan to share my experience in the past two years from the onset of the disease to the coming out of the country in a few articles, hoping to help people like me.
First onset:
The first episode was around the end of 2019, and I drove out as usual that day. When passing through an intersection, I suddenly feel lightheaded, fluttering, numb in my scalp, and numb in my hands and feet (as if I felt blood rushing up to the top of my head, I was actually nervous). After passing the traffic light, I quickly pulled over, and at that time my feet had begun to shake, and my scalp was numb for a while (I was thinking, broken, is this going to hang, I thought I was sick). I quickly picked up my phone and called my wife, I told my wife briefly about the situation (my hands were shaking during the period), and my wife said to let me go to the hospital quickly (at that time, it was a coincidence that it was three or four intersections away from the hospital). After arriving at the hospital, the doctor first measured my blood pressure (the blood pressure is slightly high, my blood pressure is usually normal), opened an electrocardiogram and color ultrasound, after the examination, the doctor said that there was no problem, asked me if I was too tired, let me have a good rest. So, this time it didn't take it seriously at all.
Second onset:
The second episode was about half a year later (less than a month after the physical examination, and there was nothing wrong with the physical examination). I'm an Internet worker myself, and to be specific, a small programmer in a third-tier city. That day, the customer urged him to finish his small program as soon as possible, so he sat down all afternoon. At six o'clock in the afternoon, I wanted to go to dinner, and I thought about writing the ** of that paragraph (it was raining a lot outside), but it turned out that it was more than nine o'clock in the evening, and I was indeed a little hungry, so I cleaned up and went home. When I went out, I found that the road in the commercial center was flooded by heavy rain (the car was not more than thirty or forty centimeters deep), and I couldn't get out after driving two exits, and I was really hungry, tired and irritable. I finally got out of the commercial center, and the road was full of water, and my mood was even worse, and I suddenly felt numb and trembling my hands and feet after walking about three intersections. I couldn't control the car anymore, and the more I drove, the more nervous I became. I really can't open it, I called my wife ** to pick me up, and by the way, she brought me some sweets (I thought it was low blood sugar), but after eating, I vomited wildly, vomited and diarrhea. I went to the hospital that night (hanging emergency), and the doctor said that I didn't care, maybe it was a problem with the cervical spine (I was very lost at the time), and asked me to go to the corresponding department the next day.
The next day, I hung up in the gastroenterology and spine department. The chiropractor looked at my ** and touched my cervical spine. He smiled and said, it's nothing, it's light. I also keep saying that you are very good, and you must remind yourself that you are very good, saying that I should go to a psychiatric department. In the afternoon, I went to the psychiatric department, the doctor was very young, and asked me to do an anxiety and depression test (mild anxiety was measured at that time, no physical symptoms were detected), the doctor asked a lot of questions, and I felt that he was unprofessional, so I prescribed a few boxes of ** capsules and went home. It also made me uncomfortable to come again.
After a day, the symptoms worsened, the whole body was sore, the whole body was weak, and I was sweating profusely when I walked. I went to the hospital again for a trace element test (no problem), but I didn't want to do anything for three or four days, I just didn't want to do anything, I just had no energy (too tired, very tired), and now I think it should be the acute stage of anxiety disorder.
After the psychiatrist put on the hat of anxiety, I often checked all kinds of questions about anxiety, and the more I investigated, the more uncomfortable it became, and since then I have entered the abyss of thinking, out of control, who would have thought that this time is three and a half years. Severe decline in quality of life. (The next part will begin to talk about what I have experienced in the past three and a half years, what life has been, I believe that many friends with anxiety disorders will have similar experiences to me, and how they finally came out of the **10,000 fans incentive plan.)