Let go, let go of perfect…

Perfect… what a word. I have suffered for years, actually longer than that, since I was a kid, I was obsessed with being perfect. I wanted the perfect family, not the broken one I was dealt. I wanted to be the perfect daughter. I would try and try, but somehow always fell short. I wanted to be the perfect sister. I may be a great sister, but I’m still not perfect. I wanted to be the perfect student, but I was a great student, I am still remembered by several teachers, but I didn’t make the grades. I want to be the perfect wife. The perfect friend. I want perfect teeth and perfect hair. I need to have the latest items, to have the perfect outfit. I strive for perfection everyday, and the days I fall short I tear myself apart. I over analyze where I went wrong and obsess on fixing it. I have become to emotionally abusive to myself over the years. I mean come on how hard can it be to be perfect? Well I can say I am finally trying to overcome perfection. Let’s be honest no one is perfect. They may put on a shoe for you, so you think they have the perfect life, but they still have flaws. I am realizing that I will never be perfect or come close to being perfect. I am starting to let go of the idea that perfect is what people want. The more I realize, the more I know. Teachers don’t want the perfect student they want a student who is trying to be successful. Parents expect you to make mistakes, because they did. I’m not saying I am over wanting to be perfect, but I’m finally realizing being perfect isn’t as great as it seems!

I recently got a tattoo of a unalome with locus flower. The unalome symbol represents the path to enlightenment in the Buddhist culture. The spirals are meant to symbolize the twists and turns in life, and the straight lines the moment one reaches enlightenment or peace and harmony. The dots at the end of the symbol represent death, or the moment we fade to nothing. Unalome symbol, the spiral at the bottom represents the eye, and also our lives which are given to us without any direction. We are the only ones who have to discover our way. The path that goes up which looks like a line with knots represents every spiritual milestone of our lives. The knots are lessons that we have to overcome to reach the lotus flower at the top. The locus flower stands for perfection which in the Hindu religion represents Moksha or Enlightenment and in the Buddhist religion is knows as Nirvana. The story behind these two words is that when we reach the top and open our spiritual lotus we are free from the circle of birth and death, and rebirth.

This tattoo is a reminder to overcome perfection.

Many medicines, few cures

Changing medication

Disclaimer- this blog post was written in the moment, I am posting it now but not changing it, because what I said is true even if I wrote it out of frustration.

Why don’t we ever talk about starting a new medication? I just started a new depression medication, the medication is supposed to be one of the best on the market, it’s combines all three major hormones into one, it’s called Trintellix. Well let me tell you, I feel like shit, as I write this. I woke up for work this morning after a normal night of sleep. I am so tired. I felt like I was gonna fall asleep while driving. As I sit at work writing this fighting sleep. I feel like I have been awake for over 24 hours. Not to mention, the room is spinning, my head feels like it’s gonna explode. About 30 minutes after taking the tiny pill, I felt like I was gonna throw up, as well having stomach discomfort. This is how my next two weeks might be. At this point, some of you are thinking, so stop taking it. If your one of those people either, you are not on a medication or you just didn’t experience the side effects. My response to those questioning why I am still gonna wait out the next two weeks until it’s in my system, well the answer is simple, I need it. I have tried over 9 anti-depressants. The reviews of this one are promising, but sadly, side effects affect us early on and some people don’t give it a shot. The two weeks of torture, could lead to me finally to the right combination of medication or it could just not work. For some with severe depression, this is trial and error. I have high expectations that this medication is going to be great. I just wish people understood, how hard it is to change a medication. Let me just tell you a few of the side effects to starting a new medication might be, tiredness, irritability, short tempers, sadness, wanting to isolate yourself, tons and tons of physical side effects. I personally know when I start a new medication, I am extremely emotional, frustrated, I lack emotion, I feel lonely, my self confidence is lower, I sorta feel empty, I don’t feel I have much to offer. These don’t last long, but when they do, I want you to know that I am not being rude. I just don’t know how to control what I am feeling, My body is being pumped with chemicals, to boost my mood. Next time someone says they are starting a new mediation, think about what I have said. They may not be able to express themselves like I can. This topic is so avoided that most people don’t talk about it or even know that this even happens. Let’s talk. Let’s stop the stigmas. Depression is real, medication helps.

PS- Sorry, but I don’t want to hear about alternative methods, I have tried a lot of them they don’t work, also don’t give me take natural stuff, it’s still a chemical. I choose my poison, you can choose yours!

Life Update- May & June

Well, I miss you all!

Since I haven’t written anything in awhile, I am gonna make this more of a life update, with mental health updates.

Last post, I mentioned I was heading to Florida is May, well, it’s now the end of July, so some of you may be wondering did she go? YES, I made it to Florida! I spent the entire 11 days there with only 2 severe panic attacks. Instead of leaving I choose to fight them, I was having so much fun, i didn’t want it to end. The plan ride was a little rough because of an issue with my service dogs, be we made it there and back. I came back a few days before my 25th birthday, I celebrated my 25th on 5/25 how cool? Every weekend since we got back from Florida, we go out to the camp grounds, to hang out with family, swim, cook, just hangout, I love feeling free. I don’t feel like I am stuck at the house anymore, so I absolutely hate being home, I want to be where the people are, as Ariel from the little mermaid sang. I sorta feel bad, my husband has been so supportive of me over the last few years and got used to being home with me, while, now I no longer want to be home, so I feel like I am forcing him to do stuff with me. What I don’t think anyone understands is I spent 6 years 6 years in the house, in Boardman. My family has been camping at the lake for the last 4 years, this is the first year I have been out. I missed so many family moments that I don’t want to miss anymore. Even if we are just sitting around it still beats being stuck on the couch feeling alone. He is working so much and just started a new job, I feel bad dragging him around, but I also feel bad leaving him at home. So I have been feeling a little conflicted, but still very happy and active. I went to the gnash and Anna Clendening concert this month and got to meet gnash for the first time, he was amazing and so loving and nice. I got to meet Anna for the second time and it was just as amazing as the first time, to top it all off she like and commented on my instagram picture. I can help but feel so loved by the people I have met over the last few months. The connections I have made in the last 6 months is insane, the distance I traveled in the last 6 months is 10x the distance in the last 6 years! I am blessed. I am fighting. I am not letting my bad days bring me down. I am not letting them control me.

This is just a quick, well not really that quick update, just so you all know I am till here and doing A-okay. Thank you for support! I promise to get back to my weekly updates soon! I have so many topic ideas, I can’t wait to get them in writing!

-Brittany

Update

Hey everyone, I am sorry I have been MIA lately, I have been insanely busy and with summer cook outs it’s hard to find time to blog, but don’t worry I will have a blog post up in the next week or so, hopefully! Thank you for your support! ❤️

Service dogs named Axl & Eva

The reason I choose this topic this week is because I feel this is a topic that not very many people are educated on. Do you have to look disabled to have a service dog? The simple is answer is no! Just because your disability is not visible does not mean you don’t need a service dog! I have two service dogs, when I got diagnosed with my mental disorders 5 years ago, I met my little Eva, she made my life better not only did she make me happy, but if I had her with me, I could leave the house. After 4 months of barley leaving the house my doctor was in shock that the only thing that changed in my life was Eva. I wasn’t healed, I still had my disorders but they were more bearable! My doctor immediately registered her as a service dog! Eva nick named nurse Eva helps me to this day deal with panic attacks, when I wake up in the middle of the night with dry heaves Eva is the one awake and comforting me. When Axl came along we became a trio, once again my doctor got him registered as a service dog as well. Axl helped me in other ways, Axl is very supportive, he knows when I’m going to have a panic attack and try’s to nip it In the butt before it happens. I could go on and on how my pups have helped me fight my agoraphobia and panic disorder but no one wants to read pages about how great my dogs are. The real reason I am writing this is to raise awareness about service dogs for mental illness. On the outside I look healthy, I don’t look like I’m suffering or panicking, little do people know I am, I am a mess. If I don’t have Axl and Eva with me, I wouldn’t be as calm looking. Before I got my service dogs I could barley leave the house. I have been treated poorly for having service dogs because I don’t look sick. I had one guy say to me, you clearly are not blind, no need to have your dog with you. I used to explain my situation, but why should I have to do that? I shouldn’t. I can’t say all my experiences have been bad, one time we went to Denny’s after 3 long years of not being able to eat at a restaurant, we went around 10 pm it wouldn’t be busy and I could take Axl and Eva. When we arrived I told our waitress, they were service dogs and explained my situation, she was amazing she brought the dogs a plate of bacon and with our food brought us our bill and Togo boxes in case we had to leave due to a panic attack. That women made my life so much easier and I was able to stay and eat dinner. If only we had more people like her. Moral of the story is don’t judge someone by their looks, you have no idea how much pain or how hard they are fighting to do something that is so simple for you. When you see someone with a service dog, respect them, understand they need their dog with them. Try not to stare or make comments. We want to be normal! You have no idea how much support a dog can give to you until you have felt it yourself. For some reason they are able to give me confidence.

I kept this kinda brief but if you want to hear more service dog stories let me know. ❤️

Xanax, xanax, xanax…..

Xanax

The word Xanax used to make me cringe! Ughhh, I hated to say Xanax! People would ask me, your anxiety seems to be a little better, what are you doing for it? I would dread this question. I would respond I’m on new medication. Them: ooh what medication? Me: with that chocked up feeling in my throat, ummm, Xanax. That’s when the person gives you that judgmental stare, I could just feel the persons negativity. Them: you know it’s addictive, your going to become a drug addict, it’s an abused drug. Why would you even take that? Isn’t there something else you can do, go to the gym see a doctor. Umm yes I do see a doctor that’s where I got my prescription, duh. I already workout doesn’t help when my chemicals are off balance. People instantly looked down on me. So many times I would explain myself as if I owed them some reason for my decisions about my health. I would explain I tried 19 medications. Yes, 19! I stated at gentle medications, and worked my way up the scale to benzodiazepines! It’s not like I started with Xanax, I tried everything, I tried seabands, herbal remedies, cutting out caffeine even tried Ativan and klonopin. They didn’t work. Nothing worked, until Xanax, my daily anxiety cocktail consist of Xanax, vistril, Wellbutrin and pristq. All of these medication working together have helped me tremendously! Now I have no shame in saying I take Xanax! Honestly I’ve become so immune to talking about it, I tend to over share. If you take one thing away from this post, I hope that it is you should never be ashamed of taking a medication even if people give you that stare. These medications and Xanax alone have changed my life. I don’t know what I would do without it! Never let someone put you down for making a decision, that affects your health, it has nothing to do with them.

Keep fighting,

Brittany

Fighting Panic Attacks

We all do something when we start to feel a panic attack coming on. Some are noticeable and some you couldn’t tell. When I feel a panic attack coming on, I don’t like to say anything to anyone because I don’t need the added attention or feeling that I am letting them down! It’s Stupid, I know. Here is my list of things I do when trying to fight through a panic attack in public!

1. Pushing on my stomach, it sounds weird but for me it actually helps just a little bit! My panic attacks cause severe nausea and as mentioned in other post, I am scared of throw up. Adding pressure to my stomach gives me a little relief!

2. I sip water! Lots and lots of water. I don’t really know why I do this one, but it sometimes helps! Sometimes adding medication to the sips of water!

3. Pinch my skin in between my pointer finger and thumb, this is a pressure point, when doing this I get some relief because it’s in a way relaxing my body.

4. I hold my hand over my chest, resting my hand in my bra. Sounds really weird I know, but this helps me feel my heart beating, during my panic attacks I often think I am dying or my heart has stopped this helps ease my mind that my heart is in fact beating!

5. Yawning! I make myself yawn. No explanation for this one!

6. I chew mints, mints help relax my stomach.

7. I will bite my lip. Biting my lip makes my lips slightly wet, which helps me to know that I am breathing even though I feel like I am not. When the breath hits the wet lip it makes it cool. This helps me ease my mind.

8. I pinch my neck, I make it look more like I am stretching my neck. I don’t really know why I do this.

9. I become quite!

10. The most common thing I do when I am trying to fight a panic attack is run! (Not physically running) but trying to get home or were I feel safe as fast as I can.

To this day I feel that the people around me do not know that these are signs that I am fighting a panic attack! I do them so cautiously, so I don’t drawn attention to myself. I feel that nothing is more embarrassing than having panic attack in public. I do have to say my husband has picked up on this list and is very supportive. He has always been supportive, but I still don’t tell him when I am having one. I usually tell whoever I’m with after the panic attack is over!

Leave me a comment on how you cope with your panic attacks!

A-N-X-I-E-T-Y

My world came crashing down due to a 7 letter word, a word that most people experience at some point in their lives, Anxiety. The most common type of anxiety is generalized anxiety, there is also social anxiety, severe anxiety and the one I get to claim as my own, chemical anxiety. Chemical anxiety is anxiety caused due to an imbalance in your bodies chemicals or hormones. Anxiety destroyed my life. I have now suffered with this type of anxiety for seven years, SEVEN whole years. While looking back I have had anxiety my whole life, but it didn’t affect me the way it does now. I have seen the same therapist since I was 11 years old, at the time I was misdiagnosed with bipolar. So I was seeing my therapist for bipolar, but over the years, I started to question my diagnosis as did she. When I was a freshman in high school I was told i had anxiety, at that point I wasn’t medicated because I could still function at that point outside of some minor anxiety attacks, I remember sleeping in my dads bed for two months due to anxiety at 15 years old! My senior year of high school stated as every other year did, I had lots of friends and a boyfriend. As time went on I started to get sick, at that time I had several stomach ulcers, guess what caused those ulcers…..you guessed it anxiety. I was so sick to my stomach a mixture of anxiety and ulcers, I could not attend school. I lost almost all my friends, the hardest part was wanting to have my friends in my life but also not feeling like socializing (which was extremely rare for me, I was your topical social butterfly) it also hurt that my friends didn’t try to keep in contact with me. My high school was great especially one women who went above and beyond to help me graduate. Things stated to look up, they were able to cure the ulcers and get my anxiety and depression under control by using a drug in the antihistamine drug class. vistril. A few short months after graduation, I got diagnosed with agoraphobia, and major manic depressive disorder, along with suicidal tendencies. I refused to take any medication in the benzodiazepines category for several years. My anxiety got so bad and not your normal symptoms, I had exhausted my options and started Pristq, Wellbutrin, Vistril and Xanax. I call this my happy cocktail. I was so against medication but I had no other choice, my therapist and I tried to find the triggers and causes for my anxiety with none being found, that’s when my psychiatrist told me that I had a chemical imbalances and the only way to fix it was medication. I stopped drinking caffeine and chewing gum, because those worked for other people. Nope not me. My chemicals were off balance, it had nothing todo with diet or caffeine. To this day I still don’t drink caffeine. I started chewing gum again because it Helped with the symptoms from my anxiety which we will get to soon. I tried for months to accept that I had to take medications, I was embarrassed and felt people would look down on me. I couldn’t even talk about that seven letter word. I didn’t want anyone to know I was screwed up. When I say anxiety people would just say to me stop worrying and learn to breathe, the most famous words were “you’ll be fine, your not dying” I would think to myself, WHAT? How could you say that? Have you ever had a panic attack? Have you ever felt life you were dying of a panic attack? How could you judge me when you haven’t felt what I felt? People seem to think panic attacks are hyperventilating and worrying, little do they know that is only your standard symptoms of a panic attack. What people don’t know is that panic attacks affect each person differently based on the severity and other conditions that join in on the panic attack. I have have a severe, severe phobia of throw up, like severe. Absolutely, positively afraid of throw up. Can you guess what my first symptom is when I get a panic attack, yup throwing up, nausea and dry heaves. My body temperature begins to rise, I feel like I’m on fire. Sweating bullets, while shaking, my skin is clammy and cold to the touch. My sense of smell becomes stronger and smells bother me. I feel heat waves rushing through my body, while shaking inside and out. My hands tingle and my breathing is labored, blood rushes from my toes to my head and back. sometimes I don’t think I’m breathing at all, my heart is either beating so fast I think it’s going to go into shock or skipping every other beat. My mouth waters, sometimes I even cry. Most times my body becomes so weak I can barley stand. My vision becomes cloudy and sometimes, I don’t know what’s going on around me. My head feels like it’s going to explode, I’m lightheaded, am I going to pass out, my words are broke and out of sort, chest pains, irritability, I lose all control. I can’t even think of everything I feel during a panic attack or how to put It all in words. In that very moment I want to die for all I know I am dying. Just typing this makes me a little queasy, I have had this happen in public and people stare, as I take multiple sips of water, push on my stomach so maybe it will stop hurting. Fight or flight, my body always asks and for the longest time my reaction was take flight now. I have left shopping carts full of stuff and ran out. I avoided movies and restaurants because leaving wasn’t as easy. I avoided going to far from home, home was my safe zone most of the time. When it wasn’t at least at home I was alone. I suffered theses panic attacks for the last seven years sometimes multiple times a day. Around 2 years ago my husband and I started to work on my anxiety. When I started to get a panic attack I would Work on my fight sense, “so what if I throw up in the store” we started going to restaurants, we would just ask for the bill when we got our food and To go containers, in case I had to leave, I had my services dogs with me Incase it happened. Finally my medications work together, I have my service dogs and I have a grip for now on my panic attacks, one thing I learned is that anxiety will never leave you and sometimes you can fight it and sometimes it’s going to knock you back down, it’s all about how you deal with it, get back up, don’t give up the fight. I will never be a prisoner to anxiety again. I know it’s going to come back but I’m prepared. Here now in 2019 I have very minimal panic attacks that are severe. I still have then but I’m not scared of them anymore. I have more anxiety attacks which are way less severe. They are apart of me, of who I am. I have accepted that and you should too, as Anna Clendening says with panic attacks I am never alone. Keep fighting, remember your not alone. Sometimes the people we think are the strongest hide the biggest secrets I was one of those people. You might be too! Talk about it, tell the world, telling my story not only has helped others but helped me accept what I can not change.

-Brittany

Life after agoraphobia

There is life after agoraphobia…. 

I would say I had a very carefree life before, before what you ask? Before 2013 I was your typical high schooler, I ran track and traveled multiple times a week, I even spent the night in different city’s with the team, I went on vacation twice a year. I spent the night with friends, took day trips out of town. You asked me to go somewhere I was going. When June 2013 hit, my life shattered to pieces. I went on vacation with my husband and his family to Florida. On the second day into our trip, I stated to feel sick to my stomach, the next 2 days I didn’t leave the bed. Finally I had enough I had not eaten anything, I wanted to go home. That same day I flew home by myself. My grandpa was waiting at the airport for me. I get in the car, he asked what happened, I told him I was sick. Once we started to drive home, I got my appetite back, actually once I got in the car the stomach ache disappeared. At the time I assumed it was just a case of being home sick. Little did I know a month later I would become house bound for 4 months. In July, my sister had surgery at Akron’s children’s hospital, we all went to visit her, the car ride there was pretty normal we all sang along to songs and talked. My little sister had some complications while I was in the room, it really scared me (she stopped breathing) we all left and went to the cafeteria so my little brother didn’t see what was going on and to get out of the nurses way. I remember this part vividly, I was standing at the vending machine getting a drink when suddenly I thought I was going to throw up, I ran for the nearest bathroom, got to the toilet and just started dry heaving, this went on for a good 5-7 minutes before my little brother walked in to check on me. I had a few more episodes through out the rest of the visit. I actually thought I had eaten something bad or has a virus. We drove home and the whole way I was so scared I was going to throw up. I get home and feel some what better, I lay down because I was so exhausted, I definitely thought I had a bug at that point. Little did I know. That the following days I would suffer the same thing each place I went, I remember taking my brother to kohl’s to get back to school clothes and running out of the store because I thought I was going to throw up, I couldn’t take the feeling anymore (I’m extremely scared of throw up) I stopped leaving the house. I would stay up as late as I could to avoid the dry heaves that happened at night. That’s when I found out I had agoraphobia, after around 4 months I went on a job interview with pink they kept calling and asking me to come in. I went to the interview and it went well, but as soon as it was over I ran to the closest trash can in which I started dry heaving. I got the job at Pink, but how was I gonna take it? I couldn’t leave the house. I scheduled an appointment with my psychiatrist, she gave me vistaril and pristq, well it got me to my first day of work, my grandma and husband were trying to help me so they sat in the car for my entire shift on my first day to calm my nerves. I kept the job, for awhile, but I was suffering from depression, anxiety, and agoraphobia. Some days were better than others. That’s when I found Eva. Eva the 1 pound chihuahua changed my life. She went everywhere with me. I started going to the grocery store and getting out of the house. I still couldn’t go further than boardman at that time. I was out of the house though, so that was something, right? Things got better having Eva. She got me active. I felt a lot better so I got a second job, and then a third. I felt like I was taking my life back and then March of 2014 hit me, one again my life shattered, I had to quit my job at pink because I was getting panic attacks at work. I could even get to work without dry heaving before. I had quit the second job. I now had one job and I was okay there until August, when my manager started harassing me for what I was wearing, accusing me of having an affair with one of our employees, and so much more. She became a nightmare, I started having panic attacks at work. One day she got on me about something that i “messed up” when in reality it was her fault. I couldn’t take it, so I quit. I went about 3 weeks without a job, my grandma got me a job at her work but after a month I just couldn’t do it. I once again became House bound for around 3 months this time. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t do anything. I wouldn’t have another job until January of 2018. Over the next 3 years I started couponing and getting stronger, slowly going a little further. I still suffered from anxiety and depression but that’s a story for another day, (maybe a book actually) My fight with agoraphobia was heartbreaking, I missed so many things over those 3 years, Christmases, birthdays, holidays and vacations. Everyone around me was still living their lives while mine was on hold. I wanted to be there but I couldn’t, I tried. I even got in the car and tried to drive but always ended up back in my driveway. I gave up couponing because I just couldn’t got to stores anymore. I couldn’t go to restaurants or movies. In 2017 my doctor introduced me to Xanax. Boy was I against taking it, I heard horror stories about it, and all kinds of judgement. But at that point I was so low, I had fought for 3 years, trying everything from low class anxiety medication to 2 other benzodiazepines, I also tried, pressure points, herbal medications, I tired anything and everything I could. I googled and exhausted all of my resources. I was desperate. Xanax was my only option. The next few months were spent on the couch. I didn’t shower at points for a week just laying on the couch crying. Finally the medications all started working together. We started going to dinner here and there. When 2018 came along, I felt I was ready to take on a job, the perfect one found me. Monday-Friday 7-11 5 minutes from my house. (Mornings are better on my stomach) that year I was able to go to my family Christmas, as well as travel 45 minutes away from my house. I went to the movies and started to hang out with friends. Which brings us to now. As I write this it is March 2019! January marked on year as the kitchen manager of meals on wheels. In the last two months I have moved mountains. I have gone a distance of 2 hours away on multiple occasions. I bought tickets to one of my biggest inspirations and plan to travel to Columbus in April to see her. I plan to go to Florida in May of 2019! My agoraphobia has not gone away it’s still here , I have learned to control it. I still suffer from panic attacks and depression. We will get to that later! You guys there is life after agoraphobia, keep fighting! Never give up! I’m living proof that you can over come it!