My feet are shaking and my heart is beating out of my chest - I am about to share some information that I'm not necessarily proud of but that I have learned not to be ashamed of. I have anxiety. And I am not talking about the nervous and jittery type of anxiety - I am talking about full blown panic attacks, thinking worst case scenario, need medicine to help me anxiety.
That wasn't so bad.
I speak of my anxiety now because it is has been two years since I first went to my doctor - in which he told me I was a good candidate for an anti- depressant, Fluoxetine. I was against taking medicine - I struggled with the decision to start taking it. But I was at the point where going to work was becoming a fear. I knew I needed help. So I started taking 10mg of Fluoxetine every morning with a glass of water. At first I supplemented the medicine with half of a 0.5mg ativan pill. This helped calm my nerves - I called it my best friend. For me I knew the ativan was kicking in because I would start yawning 30 minutes after I took it. It made things not so overwhelming and helped me adjust to this new life as the fluoxetine started to take effect.
I would say within a couple of weeks of starting medicine - I was feeling a little bit more like myself. Waking up every morning - popping a pill no longer became a dreadful event. I can't say I look forward to it but it was the way my life was heading and I was learning to accept it.
After being on medicine for roughly 6 months or so, I was back to my old self - and I was ready for my next challenge. Matt and I wanted a baby. I read, researched, spoke to doctors, friends and family - about the effects of taking medicine while pregnant. I knew I wasn't ready to stop taking medicine but I didn't know how long I would be on medicine and I wanted to carry on with my life. Maybe a little selfish - but with the support of Matt, we made the conscious decision to start our family. And in May 2012 - we found out we were going to be parents.
I still take Fluoxetine - I am up to 20mg, every morning, I no longer take ativan and haven't in over a year and a half, although some days I feel like I want to. so now you know I have anxiety - I don't suffer from it because I won't
let myself suffer. It is a part of my life but it isn't my life.
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