I’m very proud to share my latest article on BP hope about my recent struggle with anxiety, and how I overcame it. I hope everyone out there is doing well in light of everything going on in the world right now. Stay safe y’all!
By 2021, the raging pandemic had already worn my nerves thin. I’d been bombarded by bad news for so long, it seemed like the norm. People were dying, unemployment was spiking, politicians were fighting. The system was broken. It felt like I’d been stuck inside my house for years. I was overwhelmed and exhausted. It seemed everything was going wrong in the world, and it was stressing me out, to say the least.
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I often find myself feeling lonely during the holidays. It not like I miss the good old days. I don’t come from a big family. I’m an only child. My dad had bipolar disorder, which showed its face as depression and irritability most of the time. I’m lucky my mom made up for my dad’s bad moods with plenty of affection. But despite her best efforts, Christmas in my home never looked like a Norman Rockwell illustration, either.
I’ll admit it, I’ve always worried I wouldn’t be able to handle crisis. Because I have bipolar disorder, I often see myself as an emotionally delicate creature easily overwhelmed by the slightest trigger. When the pandemic began, I thought I’d be hit harder than people who don’t live with mental illness. But I’ve actually surprised myself. I’ve realized I’m specially equipped to handle crisis precisely because of my bipolar disorder. I’ve had to overcome incredible odds to make it to where I am today, and my journey to recovery is what’s made me stronger.
I’ve been feeling overwhelmed and hopeless in the midst of the COVID-19 pandemic. My life has changed so dramatically, it’s been hard to see a way out. Are we ever going to get back to the way things used to be? If so, when? Will things change forever? If so, what will this new world look like? Will it be better or worse than before? Sometimes, the idea that society could ever get back to normal seems like a pipe dream.
I have bipolar disorder. Even before the coronavirus, I struggled with negative, intrusive thoughts and all-or-nothing thinking. I’ve been a victim of my own black and white view of the world. The words “always” and “never” have been firmly cemented in my vocabulary for a long time.
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This is just my personal opinion.
You know when you see something disturbing or upsetting in a movie or on a TV show, and you shut your eyes tight, so you don’t see it? You just wait for it to be over with? Or if you’re watching a show with someone else, and you ask them to tell you when the bad part is over? That’s what I want to do every day. But I can’t. What’s happening around me is real, and it doesn’t look like it’s going to be over anytime soon.
I can’t just stick my head in the sand and wait for all this to pass. Even when I limit my news exposure, the world just *feels* different. Scratch that. It doesn’t just feel different. It feels like it will never be the same again.