Simon Says:
I think I got it working! Try clicking on the girl with the balloon.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
AA Meeting Audio Stream
Simon Says:
I'm working on it. I don't have access to the router, at least it ain't going to be easy. I hope to have it working ASAP though.
I'm working on it. I don't have access to the router, at least it ain't going to be easy. I hope to have it working ASAP though.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Life Under Duress
Simon Says:
Hey all, I've been a little busy lately. Probably trying to do too much but things are gradually getting done. I've been living in this group home since May 1 of this year. Everything started out OK even though this guy that owns the house was ignoring everything we talked about during the intake, I was able to tactfully remind the guy of our original agreements. He complied, reluctantly, but I didn't care much about that as long as we came to an understanding.
I don't remember if I mentioned my dissapointment in the food here but it is definately a dissapointment. My hosts here are natives of Nigeria, Africa and have quite a few different customes when it comes to food. I can handle just about anything given my experiences of late. There was a time when I wouldn't put up with any shit, but I've been humbled and I believe my humility is a sign of my progress. I was thinking last night how much I've actually changed in the last few years, all good changes. I still have have a lot of the same old thoughts run through my head, but I've learned that there are better ways of expressing myself. My old way was very direct and straight to the point. Now I'm a bit more tactful, which is much more productive because the direct approach usually stimulates emotional responses. Beating around the bush and the art of flanking the issue is much more fun as well. I never request quarter (definition no. 23) when I'm in battle with someone and I offer none, this personality trait of mine has not changed.
Anyway, back on topic, this guy whom I won't name because too many people are beginning to read my blogs and I need to be a little carefull. I still only write the exact truth, only I need to be cognizant of my personal survival. This guy, I'll call him Dissanus, because he talks out of the side of his ass. Every time we sit down to eat the routine is that all glasses are turned upside down until our thanks to god is expressed. We all have to hold hands around the table and Dissanus directs an individual of his choice to say grace. Then we can turn our glasses right side up and begin to eat. At this time Dissanus begins to comment on how we only eat the healthiest of foods. These comments are only expressed because Dissanus is so cheap with the food he won't buy any food that isn't just basic sustanence foods. A typical meal consists of the cheapest hot dogs he can find as well as hot dog buns that you have to slice open yourself. I don't know where he gets them but I've never had a hot dog bun that wasn't presliced so you can just open it up and stick the hot dog in. There's never any ketchup or mustard on the table (you have to ask) before he'll get it out of the fridge. My theory on this routine is that Dissanus is hoping that we will take the hint that he would rather we didn't use ketchup and mustard because it's too expensive. Then I have to ask for onion, because I just can't eat a hotdog without onions on it. At this point I have to go myself and dig around in the fridge for some old piece of onion and chop it up myself, I guess I'm the only one here that'll eat onion, no one else can stand onions. Well, that I don't care about, I do like onions. I know he's found a place where he can buy old bread because the last time we had hot dogs I noticed one of the buns had mold on it. This isn't a problem with Dissanus and his familly because they eat the same crap, not much of it though, because they have to save stomach room for when they go out to eat when we're all done eating. We have other things for dinner but it's all along the same line as the hotdog thing.
Day before yesterday I told him I'm eating my own thing and I don't want to eat with the familly anymore because the kind of food I eat no one will like. He was surprised and didn't know how to respond. Then I told him that the only thing I usually eat is rice and tofu with seeweed and that it won't cost as much as the hotdogs. Hmmm, well if it costs less than hotdogs then maybe that'll be OK. He wanted to go to the Asain food store on Cliff Rd to see what it costs and he was delighted. So now I'm the only one in the house that can use the kitchen and cook my own dinners, as long as it's only rice and tofu. So now I guess I'm a vegan, I will only eat rice and tofu, no more cheap hotdogs and moldy buns. I'm happy and I'll be a lot healthier eating this way. Only I'm not really used to eating the same thing every day, but I will just to avoid the really healthy hot dogs. I think I was getting sick from the shit.
One other thing I feel the need to mention is that Nigerians don't worry about refridgerating left over food. They just leave it on the counter and will eat it the next day. I actually found that part to be a little scary but I was surprised that I only got the shits a couple of times.
I only feel a little angry about this situation because I know that the county pays him pretty good money to provide room and board for us, "nut cases". But I've heard of this kind of abuse in the past and I know it doesn't do any good to file complaints to the county. It just makes things worse because the owner of the house is able to make any rules he feels is necessary to maintain order in the house.
Hey all, I've been a little busy lately. Probably trying to do too much but things are gradually getting done. I've been living in this group home since May 1 of this year. Everything started out OK even though this guy that owns the house was ignoring everything we talked about during the intake, I was able to tactfully remind the guy of our original agreements. He complied, reluctantly, but I didn't care much about that as long as we came to an understanding.
I don't remember if I mentioned my dissapointment in the food here but it is definately a dissapointment. My hosts here are natives of Nigeria, Africa and have quite a few different customes when it comes to food. I can handle just about anything given my experiences of late. There was a time when I wouldn't put up with any shit, but I've been humbled and I believe my humility is a sign of my progress. I was thinking last night how much I've actually changed in the last few years, all good changes. I still have have a lot of the same old thoughts run through my head, but I've learned that there are better ways of expressing myself. My old way was very direct and straight to the point. Now I'm a bit more tactful, which is much more productive because the direct approach usually stimulates emotional responses. Beating around the bush and the art of flanking the issue is much more fun as well. I never request quarter (definition no. 23) when I'm in battle with someone and I offer none, this personality trait of mine has not changed.
Anyway, back on topic, this guy whom I won't name because too many people are beginning to read my blogs and I need to be a little carefull. I still only write the exact truth, only I need to be cognizant of my personal survival. This guy, I'll call him Dissanus, because he talks out of the side of his ass. Every time we sit down to eat the routine is that all glasses are turned upside down until our thanks to god is expressed. We all have to hold hands around the table and Dissanus directs an individual of his choice to say grace. Then we can turn our glasses right side up and begin to eat. At this time Dissanus begins to comment on how we only eat the healthiest of foods. These comments are only expressed because Dissanus is so cheap with the food he won't buy any food that isn't just basic sustanence foods. A typical meal consists of the cheapest hot dogs he can find as well as hot dog buns that you have to slice open yourself. I don't know where he gets them but I've never had a hot dog bun that wasn't presliced so you can just open it up and stick the hot dog in. There's never any ketchup or mustard on the table (you have to ask) before he'll get it out of the fridge. My theory on this routine is that Dissanus is hoping that we will take the hint that he would rather we didn't use ketchup and mustard because it's too expensive. Then I have to ask for onion, because I just can't eat a hotdog without onions on it. At this point I have to go myself and dig around in the fridge for some old piece of onion and chop it up myself, I guess I'm the only one here that'll eat onion, no one else can stand onions. Well, that I don't care about, I do like onions. I know he's found a place where he can buy old bread because the last time we had hot dogs I noticed one of the buns had mold on it. This isn't a problem with Dissanus and his familly because they eat the same crap, not much of it though, because they have to save stomach room for when they go out to eat when we're all done eating. We have other things for dinner but it's all along the same line as the hotdog thing.
Day before yesterday I told him I'm eating my own thing and I don't want to eat with the familly anymore because the kind of food I eat no one will like. He was surprised and didn't know how to respond. Then I told him that the only thing I usually eat is rice and tofu with seeweed and that it won't cost as much as the hotdogs. Hmmm, well if it costs less than hotdogs then maybe that'll be OK. He wanted to go to the Asain food store on Cliff Rd to see what it costs and he was delighted. So now I'm the only one in the house that can use the kitchen and cook my own dinners, as long as it's only rice and tofu. So now I guess I'm a vegan, I will only eat rice and tofu, no more cheap hotdogs and moldy buns. I'm happy and I'll be a lot healthier eating this way. Only I'm not really used to eating the same thing every day, but I will just to avoid the really healthy hot dogs. I think I was getting sick from the shit.
One other thing I feel the need to mention is that Nigerians don't worry about refridgerating left over food. They just leave it on the counter and will eat it the next day. I actually found that part to be a little scary but I was surprised that I only got the shits a couple of times.
I only feel a little angry about this situation because I know that the county pays him pretty good money to provide room and board for us, "nut cases". But I've heard of this kind of abuse in the past and I know it doesn't do any good to file complaints to the county. It just makes things worse because the owner of the house is able to make any rules he feels is necessary to maintain order in the house.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
A Synopsis of Depression
Simon Says:
Exploring Depression
When we stop running, we can begin to look at what is
happening with us. We may be terrified, but we can set aside our
fear for a moment. We can just explore the situation.
We may have had preconceptions about depression---but we will find that these are of no use to us, because they are nothing like a direct experience of depression itself.
In depression we are in a world we have never seen before. We may feel that we are different from other people. It can be as though everyone is speaking a language we don't understand. Our minds struggle to keep up with all that is happening around us. Even the air and light seem different from what we have known before.
Depression is not merely a deeper experience of our normal emotions of sadness, suffering, or grief. Those emotions are of course present. But depression is an experience entirely different, in both body and mind, from anything we have known before.
We need to learn the lay of this land called depression, both to help us find our way out, and to help us survive while we are here. The path out of here may be difficult, and may take us a while to find.
So it makes sense for us to get our bearings, and explore this territory we find ourselves in.
Intense emotions are present in us; hopelessness, worthlessness, and a profound and unexplained sadness. We feel that we are all alone. Thoughts of death intrude into our consciousness. We may even be obsessed with thoughts of suicide.
Our mind feels as though it isn't working right. It is difficult for us to form thoughts, to speak, even to make simple decisions. We feel a mental exhaustion, and our memory often doesn't seem to work. There is a slowing of our body and mind. Yet there is a speeding up of that voice in our head, screaming terrible things about us and the rest of the world. Depression robs us of our attention and judgement at the very time when we need them the most.
We also feel a physical exhaustion. We feel weighed down as though we are moving through water, or in heavy gravity. We move slowly and often feel that whatever it is we want to do, is not worth the effort. We may feel that all we want to do is sleep.
The world around us seems different. It's as though someone has slowly turned down the lights, until it is too difficult to see. All around us we see filth and decay, hopelessness and death. we are intensely attuned to the sadness in the world, both our own pain and the pain of others.
This place feels as cold and lifeless as the moon, and as deadly as the barren desert. Or it may be a dark, menacing, overgrown forest where we can't see any way out, or even know in which direction to turn. Or we may feel like we are at the bottom of the ocean, where no light can penetrate, we can't breath, and the pressure bears down hard on us.
Depression can come on slowly. It can be like the light fading at the end of the day: you hardly notice it until you can't see your hand in front of your face. Or it can be like walking in a thick fog; you don't notice how wet it is until you are soaked.
But we can't run away, so we have to stay. We pay attention to our thoughts, our desire to run, to forget about the pain. We have no choice, we stay and live with an awareness that others can hardly understand.
Depression is an illness, a disease of the mind, body and spirit. It interferes with our ability to see what's good about this life and to feel any hope for the future. It makes being alive feel like a curse. Yet we are afraid to run so we must stay and fight.
Exploring Depression
When we stop running, we can begin to look at what is
happening with us. We may be terrified, but we can set aside our
fear for a moment. We can just explore the situation.
We may have had preconceptions about depression---but we will find that these are of no use to us, because they are nothing like a direct experience of depression itself.
In depression we are in a world we have never seen before. We may feel that we are different from other people. It can be as though everyone is speaking a language we don't understand. Our minds struggle to keep up with all that is happening around us. Even the air and light seem different from what we have known before.
Depression is not merely a deeper experience of our normal emotions of sadness, suffering, or grief. Those emotions are of course present. But depression is an experience entirely different, in both body and mind, from anything we have known before.
We need to learn the lay of this land called depression, both to help us find our way out, and to help us survive while we are here. The path out of here may be difficult, and may take us a while to find.
So it makes sense for us to get our bearings, and explore this territory we find ourselves in.
Intense emotions are present in us; hopelessness, worthlessness, and a profound and unexplained sadness. We feel that we are all alone. Thoughts of death intrude into our consciousness. We may even be obsessed with thoughts of suicide.
Our mind feels as though it isn't working right. It is difficult for us to form thoughts, to speak, even to make simple decisions. We feel a mental exhaustion, and our memory often doesn't seem to work. There is a slowing of our body and mind. Yet there is a speeding up of that voice in our head, screaming terrible things about us and the rest of the world. Depression robs us of our attention and judgement at the very time when we need them the most.
We also feel a physical exhaustion. We feel weighed down as though we are moving through water, or in heavy gravity. We move slowly and often feel that whatever it is we want to do, is not worth the effort. We may feel that all we want to do is sleep.
The world around us seems different. It's as though someone has slowly turned down the lights, until it is too difficult to see. All around us we see filth and decay, hopelessness and death. we are intensely attuned to the sadness in the world, both our own pain and the pain of others.
This place feels as cold and lifeless as the moon, and as deadly as the barren desert. Or it may be a dark, menacing, overgrown forest where we can't see any way out, or even know in which direction to turn. Or we may feel like we are at the bottom of the ocean, where no light can penetrate, we can't breath, and the pressure bears down hard on us.
Depression can come on slowly. It can be like the light fading at the end of the day: you hardly notice it until you can't see your hand in front of your face. Or it can be like walking in a thick fog; you don't notice how wet it is until you are soaked.
But we can't run away, so we have to stay. We pay attention to our thoughts, our desire to run, to forget about the pain. We have no choice, we stay and live with an awareness that others can hardly understand.
Depression is an illness, a disease of the mind, body and spirit. It interferes with our ability to see what's good about this life and to feel any hope for the future. It makes being alive feel like a curse. Yet we are afraid to run so we must stay and fight.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Humility 謙そん
Simon Says:
I've been to a lot of places, done a lot of things. I plan on going to more place and doing a lot more if I keep on living. I couldn't get through a single day if I hadn't learned the concept of humility and how to handle and accept humiliation. I know we often take our status in the community for granted until one day you end up, for whatever reason, in the custody of the police. There are a variety of personalities within the law enforcement organization. I can't say they're all assholes, but the greater majority of them are. You've got to consider what it is that attracts a person into that field of service. The most professional police I've encountered were the Federal Park Police in Washington, DC. The least professional were the Dakota County Deputy Sheriffs at the courthouse in Hastings, MN. I had to go to court for a civil matter a couple of months ago and I got a little roughed up by the Deputy Sheriff. Long story, but it was totaly uncalled for. I wasn't there on a criminal issue it was totally a civil matter but this cop treated me like I was a total lowlife, locked me in a holding cell as I awaited my turn to see the judge. I guess I didn't go easy, but I didn't see any reason for them to think I needed to be locked up in a cell, I figured I should be able to sit and wait my turn like anyone else, so we got into a little scuffle. I thought the guy was going to have a heart attach, good thing I didn't swing at him, I just offered resistance as I was put in the cell. I have to admit I was pissed and I don't get that way easily.
Thanks Michelle, for the vote of confidence, I was actually feeling a little unsteady when I got your comment and it did lift my spirits!
I started seeing a new therapist two weeks ago and so far I kinda like this guy, sounds like he's been in the business for awhile and that's what I need. Also, it turns out we moved here from the same town out in Virginia and know a lot of places out East in common. So he knows my work and some of the things I did out there. We both lived in a place called Clarendon, VA which is an upscale city inside the beltway in Washington, DC. Maybe two miles from the Pentagon and the Arlington National Cemetary. I lived there for about four years and had a small business in Vienna, VA. His name is Mark and it's hard to tell how old he is, for me anyway. I'm not trying to be vain or anything but I just happen to look ten years younger than I am and I guess that's because I have Japanese ancestry.
I hate to do this but I should start being a litle careful what I write, my readership has expanded a little and I believe it's had an affect on me a couple of times in recent weeks. Hmmm, I should, but then again I should be doing a lot of things.
For anyone out there that's been following my rants, I'm going to be changing the URL of this site because there are certain people that are more than a little upset with me right now. Only problem is I don't know how to change the URL and still be able to keep it available to those that I want to continue to be able to read my stuff? You see I made the mistake of putting a link to this blog on one of my other blogs that isn't anomimous, so anyone comming in through there knew exactly who I am and I've been getting some grief since then. This may be my last post as micdaa@blogger.com. Here's what I'm going to do: My instant messenger service is yahoo and I'm daveares@Yahoo.com, Just IM me if you want the new URL. The feed will be inoperable also until I get sround to reburning it. Sorry, but shit does happen and a lot more often than you think.
I've been to a lot of places, done a lot of things. I plan on going to more place and doing a lot more if I keep on living. I couldn't get through a single day if I hadn't learned the concept of humility and how to handle and accept humiliation. I know we often take our status in the community for granted until one day you end up, for whatever reason, in the custody of the police. There are a variety of personalities within the law enforcement organization. I can't say they're all assholes, but the greater majority of them are. You've got to consider what it is that attracts a person into that field of service. The most professional police I've encountered were the Federal Park Police in Washington, DC. The least professional were the Dakota County Deputy Sheriffs at the courthouse in Hastings, MN. I had to go to court for a civil matter a couple of months ago and I got a little roughed up by the Deputy Sheriff. Long story, but it was totaly uncalled for. I wasn't there on a criminal issue it was totally a civil matter but this cop treated me like I was a total lowlife, locked me in a holding cell as I awaited my turn to see the judge. I guess I didn't go easy, but I didn't see any reason for them to think I needed to be locked up in a cell, I figured I should be able to sit and wait my turn like anyone else, so we got into a little scuffle. I thought the guy was going to have a heart attach, good thing I didn't swing at him, I just offered resistance as I was put in the cell. I have to admit I was pissed and I don't get that way easily.
Thanks Michelle, for the vote of confidence, I was actually feeling a little unsteady when I got your comment and it did lift my spirits!
I started seeing a new therapist two weeks ago and so far I kinda like this guy, sounds like he's been in the business for awhile and that's what I need. Also, it turns out we moved here from the same town out in Virginia and know a lot of places out East in common. So he knows my work and some of the things I did out there. We both lived in a place called Clarendon, VA which is an upscale city inside the beltway in Washington, DC. Maybe two miles from the Pentagon and the Arlington National Cemetary. I lived there for about four years and had a small business in Vienna, VA. His name is Mark and it's hard to tell how old he is, for me anyway. I'm not trying to be vain or anything but I just happen to look ten years younger than I am and I guess that's because I have Japanese ancestry.
I hate to do this but I should start being a litle careful what I write, my readership has expanded a little and I believe it's had an affect on me a couple of times in recent weeks. Hmmm, I should, but then again I should be doing a lot of things.
For anyone out there that's been following my rants, I'm going to be changing the URL of this site because there are certain people that are more than a little upset with me right now. Only problem is I don't know how to change the URL and still be able to keep it available to those that I want to continue to be able to read my stuff? You see I made the mistake of putting a link to this blog on one of my other blogs that isn't anomimous, so anyone comming in through there knew exactly who I am and I've been getting some grief since then. This may be my last post as micdaa@blogger.com. Here's what I'm going to do: My instant messenger service is yahoo and I'm daveares@Yahoo.com, Just IM me if you want the new URL. The feed will be inoperable also until I get sround to reburning it. Sorry, but shit does happen and a lot more often than you think.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Never Ending Battle
Simon Says:
OK, I'm back. I've been kinda under the weather for the last week or so. I tried to go off my meds, bad idea, but I had to see what would happen. I ran out of my klonopin and because I'm sick and tired of getting the third degree interrogation every time I get my prescription renewed, this time I thought I'd quit taking them.
Here's what happened, the first couple of days everything was fine. Then I got zapped a couple of times and I was expecting that, only these weren't the standard zaps you get when you withdraw from an SSRI, these were ten times as powerful. The zaps stopped and I thought everything was cool. Then I got zapped again and this time it felt like someone just punched me in the face. It's about four days without the klonopin now and I'm feeling a little paranoid after the punch in the face. They say you can have seizures if you do what I was doing and that's what was beginning to worry me a little. About six days into the withdrawal I'm gradually slipping deeper into this paranoid state because I keep getting an occasional zap, thinking one of these times I'm going to have that seizure. Paranoia starts turning into anxiety. I try to boost my SSRIs to compensate for the klonopin, didn't help. Anxiety was getting worse and I couldn't sleep. I was up for days, no sleep at all then I fell asleep for about five hours and woke up feeling refreshed. Then I was up for another couple of days then another day, no sleep. I realize I'm not looking too well when I look in the mirror, then it dawns on me that I haven't been taking care of myself. I start getting paranoid that someone might notice or that I'm behaving differently than usual which adds to my anxiety level. I start feeling moody along with the anxiety, I can't stop moving around or relax. The moodiness starts getting worse, I'm still taking my anti depressants at a little higher dose but I feel like shit.
Full on depression starts to settle in and I decide I'm going to go see a doctor and try to get back on track. I'm around two weeks without klonopin now and running out of my other meds so logged on to my pharmacy account to order some refills and walla! The doctor I've been seeing renewed my klonopin prescription without me knowing about it! No questions asked, there it was. I ordered them, went and picked them up, and within hours of taking the first pill I was starting to feel better. That was yesterday and right now I'm back. I fell asleep and slept most of the day and I'm feeling fine again. Paranoia, depression, anxiety all gone. Like flipping a switch. All I can say is whew!
Now I know the consequences of going off the klonopin, only I know I'll have trouble getting them in the future which just ain't right. I found the combination of medications that works for me but I have to fight tooth and nail for them, or go back to drinking. Pisses me off completely, but I don't want to go back to drinking unless forced into it by the medical idiots. Damn, they sure are fucking stupid.
OK, I'm back. I've been kinda under the weather for the last week or so. I tried to go off my meds, bad idea, but I had to see what would happen. I ran out of my klonopin and because I'm sick and tired of getting the third degree interrogation every time I get my prescription renewed, this time I thought I'd quit taking them.
Here's what happened, the first couple of days everything was fine. Then I got zapped a couple of times and I was expecting that, only these weren't the standard zaps you get when you withdraw from an SSRI, these were ten times as powerful. The zaps stopped and I thought everything was cool. Then I got zapped again and this time it felt like someone just punched me in the face. It's about four days without the klonopin now and I'm feeling a little paranoid after the punch in the face. They say you can have seizures if you do what I was doing and that's what was beginning to worry me a little. About six days into the withdrawal I'm gradually slipping deeper into this paranoid state because I keep getting an occasional zap, thinking one of these times I'm going to have that seizure. Paranoia starts turning into anxiety. I try to boost my SSRIs to compensate for the klonopin, didn't help. Anxiety was getting worse and I couldn't sleep. I was up for days, no sleep at all then I fell asleep for about five hours and woke up feeling refreshed. Then I was up for another couple of days then another day, no sleep. I realize I'm not looking too well when I look in the mirror, then it dawns on me that I haven't been taking care of myself. I start getting paranoid that someone might notice or that I'm behaving differently than usual which adds to my anxiety level. I start feeling moody along with the anxiety, I can't stop moving around or relax. The moodiness starts getting worse, I'm still taking my anti depressants at a little higher dose but I feel like shit.
Full on depression starts to settle in and I decide I'm going to go see a doctor and try to get back on track. I'm around two weeks without klonopin now and running out of my other meds so logged on to my pharmacy account to order some refills and walla! The doctor I've been seeing renewed my klonopin prescription without me knowing about it! No questions asked, there it was. I ordered them, went and picked them up, and within hours of taking the first pill I was starting to feel better. That was yesterday and right now I'm back. I fell asleep and slept most of the day and I'm feeling fine again. Paranoia, depression, anxiety all gone. Like flipping a switch. All I can say is whew!
Now I know the consequences of going off the klonopin, only I know I'll have trouble getting them in the future which just ain't right. I found the combination of medications that works for me but I have to fight tooth and nail for them, or go back to drinking. Pisses me off completely, but I don't want to go back to drinking unless forced into it by the medical idiots. Damn, they sure are fucking stupid.
Friday, July 4, 2008
The Assessment
Simon Says:
Some of the most common forms of anxiety disorders include--
Generalized Anxiety Disorder (GAD):
GAD occurs when normal worries and fears turn into persistent, nagging thoughts that affect various aspects of daily life. The most common symptoms of this particular type of anxiety disorder include: - chest pains, chronic worrying, difficulty concentrating, fatigue, feelings of dread, unease, inability to control anxious thoughts, insomnia or trouble staying asleep, irritability, nausea, stomach problems, procrastination, restlessness, sweating, trembling, shaking, twitching.
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD):
Characterized by unwanted and repetitive thoughts or compulsions, OCD causes seemingly uncontrollable thoughts and obsessions. Some of the most often experienced symptoms or types of obsessions include: - fear of germs, fear of disorder, fear of causing harm to either oneself or other people, intense superstitions or obsessing about luck, excessive religious thoughts.
Panic Disorder:
Panic attacks are sudden, unexpected periods of intense discomfort, fear, and or anxiety. As many as a third of all adults have experienced a panic attack at some time in their lives marked by symptoms such as: - chest pains, dizziness, feeling out of control, heart palpitations, pounding heart, racing pulse, hot or cold flashes, nausea, shaking or trembling, smothering sensation in the chest.
Social Anxiety Disorder or Social Phobia:
Affecting as many as 15% of American adults at any one time, social anxiety disorder, also called social phobia, is defined by an overwhelming fear of public humiliation. Both men and women are equally affected by this anxiety disorder, which usually begins in childhood or adolescence and can be accompanied by other conditions such as depression. Social phobia is defined as a disabling fear of embarrassment or public scrutiny, leading people to avoid social gatherings. Some of the more common symptoms of social anxiety disorder include: - a fear of being judged or scrutinized by people. Avoidance of social situations, extreme self-consciousness, fear of doing something embarrassing or humiliating, intense fear or worrying before a social event, sometimes days or weeks in advance.
Common Emotional and Psychological Symptoms:
Regardless of the exact type of disorder, the most common emotional and psychological symptoms associated with all anxiety disorders may include a few, or several of the following: - apprehension or uneasiness, avoidance of social situations and activities, behavioral problems in children and teenagers, confusion, hyper vigilant about one's surroundings, insecure and self-conscious, intense feelings of apprehension, fear of dying or going insane, feelings of irritability, feeling trapped, unable to escape, restlessness, edginess.
Physical Symptoms of Anxiety Disorders:
In addition to the numerous emotional effects, some anxiety disorder symptoms may also be physical in nature. Because of this, many people mistakenly believe they have some other type of medical illness or condition, rather than realizing they are the effects of anxiety. Some of these physical symptoms include: - cold, clammy skin, diarrhea, headaches, insomnia, fatigue, muscle tension, shortness of breath, sweating, tremors.
If you have had any of these symptoms you're just a normal, common, everyday, human being. If any of these symptoms are overwhelming and debilitating, you're in trouble and need to seek help. Don't look for help at the local bar or liquor store though, and if you have, don't mention it to anyone in the medical profession. You will immediately be labelled an alcoholic which disqualifies you from any medical help. You'll end up getting a prescription for AA, which is just fucking stupid.
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