I had my first anxiety attack when I was 23 and transitioning into a new job. I was going into my 3rd year of teaching. In accepting an offer at a new school, I also took on the challenge of working under an inexperienced, and quite frankly, horrible school leader. Unfortunately, the stress of working under someone incompetent who was condescending and dismissive overwhelmed me and caused me to develop anxiety.
I still remember that first anxiety attack like it was yesterday. I remember feeling out of it all day and then around 4 AM, I got myself out of bed because I could hear my heart pounding, and my chest felt sore and I was sweating beyond control. I sat in the living room and cried because I thought I was having a heart attack and I couldn’t get myself to react. When I finally had the strength to get up and ask for help, my mom helped ease my panic. Once I started to calm down, the fear of a heart attack disappeared, but the fear of going to sleep and not waking up, kept me awake for the rest of the night.
That following morning, I rushed myself to Urgent Care. After going through multiple exams, my doctor diagnosed me with an anxiety disorder. Based on all the symptoms presented he put me off work and prescribed me with a series of medications. One medicine was Lorazepam, a sedative that is used to relieve anxiety. During my short leave from work, the medication induced sleep and helped reduce agitation, but it caused me to feel overly tranquilized. It was through this experience that I had my first encounter with the need for self-care. I ended up leaving that job, and while it hurt to leave mid-year, it was the best decision I could have made for my own mental health.
Fast forward to today, I am still battling anxiety. While periods of stress and a sometimes hostile work environment tend to trigger my anxiety, living with it and learning about it has shaped me. It’s taught me to ask for help and respect my limitations while making me more self-aware and stronger. Living with an anxiety disorder has forced me to make myself a priority, it still blows my mind away when I encounter folks who dismiss anxiety and make us question whether we are in fact simply “overreacting to stress.” The truth is, if we stopped tiptoeing around issues of mental health, we would be better people as we would all grow to be more empathetic for one another.
So here’s my ask: stop pretending anxiety doesn’t exist. Be open to talk about it. If there is something I appreciate about this entire journey, it has been the opportunity to now be there for my friends when they too deal with anxiety. We need to create awareness and allow for ourselves to be vulnerable enough to ask for and to accept help when we need it the most. As the saying goes, we can’t pour from empty vessels — let’s not allow ourselves to let anxiety make us feel empty. We must be there for each other.