Need help with anxiety

What do you understand under 'normal'? Conformity?

Under normal i meen not feeling anxious all the time and worrying about everything, not having shortness of breath etc. all the anxiety symptoms....

Do you drink too much coffee and not having enough sleep? You sound like you just need to relax.

[QUOTE=y2jbrock;1043477]Under normal i meen not feeling anxious all the time and worrying about everything, not having shortness of breath etc. all the anxiety symptoms....[/QUOTE]

I think you need to go see a doctor. There are plenty of meds that could help you or therapy.

Essentially you would be living a nihislistic lifestyle which is not healty, its best to try and unravel your anxiety by as someone else mentioned consulting your doctor, they should refer you to a therapist. AVOID MEDICATION as it f*cks you up. Personally speaking I found a cognitive therapist helpful as it allows you to help yourself and work your way through your anxiety without feeling mental.

[QUOTE=y2jbrock;1043474]Hey everyone. I have anxiety and was wondering if everybody thinks that living by tyler durden's philosophy of life would cure it? Do you guys think letting go of everything including fear will lead to feeling normal again?[/QUOTE]whats his philosophy of life? how're you gonna rid yourself of fear by pretending to be someone your not? Go to a doctor

xanex, klonopin, ativan, valium.

Well I am on an anxiety pill...

i had anxiety problems when i was younger-- pretty severe. when i would get nervous or anxious my face would literally swell to two monster sizes. like, elehant man stylee. it finally stopped when i just learned to RELAX. sure, i still have some social anxieties, but i just let them roll off y back. and if i ever feel an attack coming on i swallow a few klonopin. works well.
do you mind if i ask, how old you are?

19...Maybe I should switch to xanax? I guess all I have to accept into my mind is that its all in my head right?

The reason I mentioned tyler durden is because he has no fear. And anxiety is just that FEAR so by letting go of it, Anxiety is impossible isnt it...

Prozac worked for me.

Jeez y'all poppin pills like a muddafukka, I don't even know the names of those pills man.

Alcohol is a good temporary solution.

[QUOTE=y2jbrock;1043629]The reason I mentioned tyler durden is because he has no fear. And anxiety is just that FEAR so by letting go of it, Anxiety is impossible isnt it...[/QUOTE]i used to have free floating anxiety, i thought i'd have it forever, it doesn't exist in me anymore. i realized it was all invention (the fear), it wasn't real, and i also take prozac, and did spritual psychotherapy with a course in miracles. This mind you was after years of self medicating with alcohol and drugs.

Doctor.

Don't really use alcohol as a temporary solution or you will end up like me and have a drink problem to rival Kiefer Sutherland.

Like everyone said a DOCTOR is your best solution. Leave it in the hands of the professionals. I have anxiety issues aswell so I feel for you.

[QUOTE=y2jbrock;1043474] Do you guys think letting go of everything including fear will lead to feeling normal again?[/QUOTE]

Yeah, man. Do it up.

[QUOTE=Nightrious;1043697]Yeah, man. Do it up.[/QUOTE]

Hehe. I second this notion.

[QUOTE=my shotgunface;1043625]xanax doesn't work...
i get HORRIBLE panic attacks... they went away for about 3 months... but they are back in full... i get them when i am in a place i feel i can't leave...ie: on the bus, subway, in court, at a restaurant for dinner, crowded seats for a show or a game...it's ridiculous.
i started knitting on the bus and subway to take my mind off it... it's been helping...
i am simply trying to get through it myself without meds or a doctor...that shit doesn't work for me...
but everyone is different, you need to find your own way...not tyler durdens[/QUOTE]you have agoraphobia-you need klonopin.

[QUOTE=happy_hooker;1043608]xanex, klonopin, ativan, valium.[/QUOTE]

All these sound like good names for robots.

ultimately, pills aren't going to CURE anything, they will just help you out in the temporary sense, unless you plan on popping pills for the rest of your life. go see a doctor, get a prescription, and once you ar eheavily medicated, try and identify WHY you have so much fear and anxiety in your life. with a head gently swiming the pilled out backstroke this should be fairly easy.
anxiety is all in the head, and the only way to beat is to, well, beat it.

ya dig, brah!!!

oh, smoking pot every day helps alot, too.

[QUOTE=my shotgunface;1043820]no i don't... it isn't in every situation like that, and it's only when i get mysself thinking about it.
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how do you know? You're the one who's all fucked up, your judgement is skewed!

My mate smoked pot every day now he's in Moorside mental hospital with paranoid schizophrenia.

[QUOTE=my shotgunface;1043844]you're skewed, i'm fine.
the issue at hand is our friend here, he doesn't know how to deal...i know just fine.[/QUOTE] yeah then why did you post your neurosis here bus vomiter. Oh yeah and I think brock posted this thread anyway.

[QUOTE=LECKIE;1043847]My mate smoked pot every day now he's in Moorside mental hospital with paranoid schizophrenia.[/QUOTE]

either he was smoking more than pot, had a pre-disposition for the illness, or had the hook up for some ridiculously chronic ganja. if the latter is true, do you know how i can get in touch with his guy?

[QUOTE=my shotgunface;1044001]i posted to show i relate...
i also stated i am not into using drugs to help cure myself so i thought i might be able to help. i have however, seen you state many times in many places how anti-drugs you are now, but you use them for anxiety? that i just don't get.[/QUOTE]i use em for depression not anxiety, and yeah i don't like being dependant on anything but i also like being able to live my life, you're sort of thick eh?

Just try to face your fears, get over your safety zone and get involved in those situations as much as possible until you realize thats its all in your mind and no need to feel that way, its so fucking challenging but it seems to be the best way to overcome yourself,
Don't try any drugs, its a fucked up way, there is no shortcuts or a quick fix, only you no one will do it for you.

[QUOTE=y2jbrock;1043623]19...Maybe I should switch to xanax? I guess all I have to accept into my mind is that its all in my head right?[/QUOTE]

It's not all in your head.

Have your Doctor recheck your prescription and/or dosage. You can learn good habits over time that help diminish and control fear and anxiety through such methods as cognitive behavioral therapy, meditation, martial arts, and yoga to name a few. But I really do not see the value in suffering until you reach the point that one of these techniques works for you. I wasted a long time suffering until I found out I need a little help in the serotonin department. Your anxiety may very well have a physical cause. No one is telling diabetics to to live like Durden, mind over matter instead of insulin.

Smoke pot and drink tequila

[QUOTE=mirka;1044036]It's not all in your head.

Have your Doctor recheck your prescription and/or dosage. You can learn good habits over time that help diminish and control fear and anxiety through such methods as cognitive behavioral therapy, meditation, martial arts, and yoga to name a few. But I really do not see the value in suffering until you reach the point that one of these techniques works for you. I wasted a long time suffering until I found out I need a little help in the serotonin department. Your anxiety may very well have a physical cause. No one is telling diabetics to to live like Durden, mind over matter instead of insulin.[/QUOTE]

word. drugs are great to help you keep level while you work on the underlying causes of your anxiety.
i like the idea of living like tyoler durden-- i dont do banks, credit cards, leases or file taxes, but this is real life and your real life mental health we are discussing. if, after you got your shit together, you are still interested in pursing this route, go for it, but take care of yourself first. you are young and don't need a life full of pain.

and, by god, we are a bunch of medicated anxious deressed fucks, aren't we?

I will hook you up with my paranoid mate if you are ever come to the UK he will sort you out some STRONG ganja just watch out he has a habit of stabing people thats y he was in a mental hospital,nice fella apart from all the crazy habits.

[QUOTE=LECKIE;1044054]I will hook you up with my paranoid mate if you are ever come to the UK he will sort you out some STRONG ganja just watch out he has a habit of stabing people thats y he was in a mental hospital,nice fella apart from all the crazy habits.[/QUOTE]

thanks for the tip. i hate getting stabbed after i catch a good buzz.

I acually feel soo much better now that I dont think anxious anymore. I have just let it all go and dont think about things anymore. As I guessed it was all in my head...

yyou completely beat your anxiety issues in one day?

hm. good job.

Well I'm sure it cant ALL be gone just yet but as soon as I just let go and stopped thinking and dweling i just feal sooo fucking better. I am just an over thinker and now I just dont think about it anymore.:cool:

cool. glad to hear it. just remembr to do the same thing if you ever start feeling anxious again. seems to work for ya!!

Thanks sure will do.

[QUOTE=y2jbrock;1044140]Thanks sure will do.[/QUOTE]

Lets us know how you are getting on and stick around, theres lots of threads here at the Cult to keep your mind away from bad thoughts.

[QUOTE=y2jbrock;1044134]I acually feel soo much better now that I dont think anxious anymore. I have just let it all go and dont think about things anymore. As I guessed it was all in my head...[/QUOTE]
Friggin poseur.

Thanks.

When did just being nutty start getting all these sub-divisions and categories?

[QUOTE=y2jbrock;1044136]Well I'm sure it cant ALL be gone just yet but as soon as I just let go and stopped thinking and dweling i just feal sooo fucking better. I am just an over thinker and now I just dont think about it anymore.:cool:[/QUOTE]

Hello. Like many people in this forum, I suffer from anxiety regularly. When I was 19, it was probably at its peak. Since then, I've learned to channel my anxiety into my writing, which always makes me feel better. When I don't write, I start to get a little stir-crazy. You've got to have something constructive to do, something to vent all that pent-up electricity.

You'll probably have anxiety for the rest of your life, bro. It's okay to beat yourself up about things a little, but then you must let them go. I always find it extra relaxing to lay on the carpet in a dimly-lit room, listening to peaceful music.

I will never take medication for my anxiety because, as mentioned, I depend on it to write. Moreover, it's who I am. I don't want my personality or vision to be clouded by drugs or alcohol anymore. So when it comes to those things self-control is key.

Ahem. Anyway ... glad to hear you're feeling better.

[QUOTE=y2jbrock;1044134]I acually feel soo much better now that I dont think anxious anymore. I have just let it all go and dont think about things anymore. As I guessed it was all in my head...[/QUOTE]

:pat:

[QUOTE=bigshrimpn;1044274]:pat:[/QUOTE]

I have issues with alcohol, drugs, anxiety and depression. Im amazed at how quick Y2Js problems went away. The Cult is better than Dr Phil and Oprah put together!!!!!

[QUOTE=y2jbrock;1043629]The reason I mentioned tyler durden is because he has no fear. And anxiety is just that FEAR so by letting go of it, Anxiety is impossible isnt it...[/QUOTE]

You can't let go of fear. You don't hold it. It holds you. One day it may let you go or maybe it will never let you go. Tyler Durden is a bad example of someone without fear. ALL PEOPLE HAVE FEAR ON SOME LEVEL. Tyler doesn't, but then again, Tyler doesn't even exist, he's a figment of someone's imagination. Brad Pitt exists and I'm sure he has many fears. Same with Palahniuk. Same with me. It's all fine and dandy in theory to let go of fear, but facing fear doesn't mean you will get past it. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. Just because you survived one time doesn't mean shit. Like how you can take a small stake and a rope and attach it to a little baby elephant's foot and stick the stake in the ground and the elephant tries and tries to get away, but it's still a baby and can't figure it out. That same small stake and rope can hold the same elephant when it is big and mighty because once an elephant gives up, it gives up and no matter how strong it is, it is mentally weak, and doesn't have the ability to know that the little rope and stake can't hold it anymore. Fear is that rope and stake, and you are a baby elephant. You aren't Conan the barbarian pushing the wheel in circles forever until you get big and strong and wear a fur loin cloth and can break free and seek out busty wenches to fuck in between feasting on cheddar fondue brisque. I am the only one who can use ellipses around here, and that will never change even if you stole my name. There can be only one highlander, dude...

[QUOTE=y2jbrock;1044136]Well I'm sure it cant ALL be gone just yet but as soon as I just let go and stopped thinking and dweling i just feal sooo fucking better. I am just an over thinker and now I just dont think about it anymore.:cool:[/QUOTE]

There is a certain "truth" to your post, however, even if you don't mean for there to be. many years ago in my mid-20's I basically went through a phase where I hated my life. I hated my job and the things I did every day. My way out was to pretend to be sick and go to the doctor so that I could get out of work and insurance would pay for it 100-percent or with, like, a five dollar copay. I made a lot of money at the time, so it didn't really matter about the job, because I was working for a friend and he paid me if I worked or not…

I started drinking a lot too and feeling depressed or whatnot. Somebody suggested in a real low-key way that I should talk to somebody about it, a doctor or therapist or whatever, so I did. About three times into visiting a therapist, and getting out of work, he suggested I see a psychologist, so I did. The psychologist said I should continue seeing the therapist but that on top of seeing the psychologist, I should see a physician psychologist or what I like to call a psychotrician, so he could give me drugs and the other could diagnose me and the therapist could ask me how I felt about it all…

It was great and before long I never had time for work because of all the psycho’s, and the psychotrician had started giving me meds, that’s “medicine” for the laid people who don’t get it. All kinds of stuff. Uppers, downers, downers for the uppers and uppers for the downers. Stuff to make me feel good, stuff to numb the pain, stuff to make me not think about shit anymore except getting more meds and getting wasted again. I always took way more than I was supposed to and the psychotrician was always like “I just gave you a month’s worth last week! What happened?” So I lied, sort-of...

First I told him the truth, that I was taking too many to get even better quicker. He said it didn’t work that way. Then my next approach was to say I was compulsive and an alcoholic. Then he said I should stop drinking with the pills, and I said okey-doke. Things went on this way for a while. He’d give me drugs, I’d take more than I was supposed to, I’d tell my therapist about it and he’d say I should tell my psychologist about it and then they’d consult with some other guy I don’t know and he’d say I was obsessive-compulsive…

and I didn’t know what that meant, so I went to the bookstore to find out what it meant, and they gavee me this thing called a DSM, which means Diagnostic Shit Manual, I think, and I studied it really hard and learned how to get disassociative personality disorders and much more complicated ways of acting to get free drugs and the next time I saw the psychotrician I acted anxious and I was anxious and I said I was suicidal and depressed and couldn’t deal with pain so I felt numb and took too many drugs and alcohol and the psychotrician confirmed this with the therapist and several psychologists who then gave me more drugs and I abused them and never went to work and could barely get up in the morning yet I could barely sleep either at night and the days just went by and I felt nothing and got sick of everything…

Then one day I got really drunk and took some more pills and started cutting myself again like I did when I was young except with a honking fat serrated hunting knife and didn’t feel much until the next day when someone found me covered in blood and called an ambulance and the ambulance took me to the hospital and I told the emergency room doctor that I slipped and fell and cut myself in the arm 135 times by accident and he didn’t buy it and said they needed to keep me for three days and see if I was a nut, except I was a rich nut and they took me to a fancy mental hospital for the rich and famous…

There is where my psychotrician visited me and I went to group therapy and took up smoking and shared a bunk bed with an anorexic bulemic dude who had anger-management issues and crazy eyes, but it turns out he was just mad at his girlfriend for fucking his roommate, behind his back of course, and then I got out because I wasn’t nuts and I got back in the routine of taking drugs and making up things wrong with me for attention and more drugs and then I cut myself again and the same thing except this time they gave me more drugs at the hospital/rehab/mental place until I couldn’t think straight and no one knew I was in the hospital, no family, no friends, because I couldn’t call them let alone walk without drooling all over myself and someone leading the way..

Basically the psychotrician threw in the towel and said I needed electroconvulsive therapy, which I later found out was electroshock stuff, and it turns out my psychotrician was one of the only doctors who specializes in ECT treatment, but he needed my permission and I signed right up like a ding-dong because I was not thinking clearly and just wanted more drugs or something to shut off the noise in my head, and they took me to this room in a different building, locking doors behind me then unlocking doors in front of me…

Until we got to this room with people inside all wearing white robes, and they all smiled and said for me to get on the table, which was like a little table with leg extensions and belts to fasten me in so I wouldn’t fall off, and a nurse took my pulse and another dude took my temperature and another one put some liquid on my forehead and then they put this dark green rubber mouthpiece in my mouth and it had a tube with a hole for breathing and it was like we were gonna go snorkeling AND play football at the same time, and then they asked if I was ready and I mouthed through the rubber FOR WHAT? But I don’t think they told me an answer and something was on my head and then I blacked out and I don’t remember much for about three months except the smell of burning sulphur or rubber or something, and the rubber room they put me in sometimes after they woke me up from being shocked hours later, and how it was for my own safety because they never really know how people will react to electricity being put into their brains…

My brother, who is dead now, later told me that I was a zombie for months and I might as well have been dead for how much I did anything or talked and that’s it. So, after that, when I got my senses back and the psychotrician thought I should just use talk therapy instead of drugs now that he had shocked me better many times, I guess I got the exact right number of shocks to my brain because one day I said fuck it and instead of going to talk therapy instead of work, I went to the movie theatre and saw Boogie Nights and I promised myself that day that I would never take prescription drugs ever again, let alone see a psychotrician or get my head shocked anymore, and guess what? I never felt better in my life since then… for the most part…

I sometimes wonder if the shocks to my head made me lose more braincells and if I was really a brilliant genius before I got the shocks, or if maybe the shocks made me smarter through electrical synapses or synipseses thingies. Whatever. I met a girl, got married, had a kid, numerous jobs, got divorced, got more jobs, met many girls, got more jobs, spent a lot of money, got a car, met the nympho chick and now I’m back on the drugs for some reason, except this time there is no psychotrician or shocks. I get my prescription drugs from this place called India where they send you drugs if you send them money on the internet. Someday I want to visit this India place and go right past the middle man. Anyway, that’s the short version. I am all fucked-out right now and I just had a huge snack and I should probabloy take some xanax and go night-night soon…

That’s probably why I like Cuckoo’s Nest so much. I met Ken Kesey in high school in Eugene, Oregon and he wrote the book. My father also did charity work at the Oregon State Mental Hospital in Salem, which is where they shot the movie. Plus I’ve been shocked like RP McMurphy in the book and the movie. Makes me feel like a movie star sometimes. Jack got that shit just right, for the most part… and it was in the 90’s for me so it was a bit more “politically correct” so to speak, the way they dressed and the way they talked about it, I mean…

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To this day I still get letters from a morbidly obese dockworker prostitute schizophrenic lady in the violent ward at the Oregon State Mental Hospital forwarded through my dad’s mailing service. I still remember her well. She was this lady my dad would visit and bring cigarettes to. Her letter’s are pretty much all the same:

“Deer ‘Brock’,

Remember me? I’m Kathy. I met you when you was a kid. I remember yer dad said you was smart. I haven’t herd from yer dad in a long time. I was think of you. I miss you guys.

PS. Send some smokes. This bitch they put in my cell stole mine and I punched her and they put me in solitary. Send money too.

Love, Kathy.”

I remember Kathy would take the smokes from my dad when we walked in the ward and she would reach inside her moo-moo sweater thing and put the full carton in her enormous bra. So no one would steal them, of course. I guess someone finally figured out her hiding place. I kinda miss Oregon right now...

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