That was the first time. February 2009. A year after my hysterectomy and the medical trauma that ensued. The second time it happened I was driving the car to the office. My heart started to pound, my heart raced and I had an acute sense that I needed to run, like a bear was chasing me. Both times the feeling lasted for a while and then eased off. Then they started happening every day, easing off by the afternoon.
I had no idea what was happening but since I was going to see the naturopath, I decided to tell her about it. As I described to her what I had been experiencing, almost every day now, she listened and nodded. We decided on saliva tests to check on hormone levels and some other things. When they came back I was surprised to learn my insulin levels were extremely high, my cortisol levels were extremely high and and a bunch of other things were out of whack. Apparently they all affect each other. She recommended I see my medical doctor for tests - I did not expect that.
Tests done. Results. Insulin resistance. Anxiety disorder.
The one I could do something about. The other scared me.
I took time off and rested and dealt with it all naturally. I went on a diet and over the next year lost 55 lbs. I went for counseling and took natural remedies. I did not want to be on medication again. I had dealt with mind numbing depression in the past and knew about the side effects and didn't want to go there.
Within the year we lost our lovely family dog. Then my mother. A year later talk of being moved for our work. Fear. Then the transfer came and it was traumatic. Too far. Too drastic. I thought I could handle it, but I couldn't. I thought I could do a little superwoman thingy and be strong. I had my faith, after all. God would see me through. Jesus would walk with me on the journey and take care of me. I had it all under control. I was better. Wasn't I?
By January 2012 the anxiety was relentless. Overpowering. Exhausting. Black clouds circled overhead while I clung to the desperate hope that I could overcome, I could get it under control. I longed to run away. As I drove the car to work I thought if I just kept going I could get on a plane and escape. Anything to get away from what was happening.
This is anxiety and depression. This is mental illness. And it's an awful experience. One in five Canadians will experience a mental illness at some point in their life. Of the rest of the population, four out of five will have a family member experience it. I've likely passed it on to my own children who have suffered it's affects. I'm now back on medication and feel so much better. Why did I wait so long?
I've been hovering over the idea of this blog entry for days now. Bell did their "Let's Talk" thing and I knew I needed to tell people. I knew I needed to be honest. I knew that as a pastor in my organization it could affect my future. I knew it might embarrass me. I knew people would judge me for it and make assumptions about my abilities in my work with my organization as a leader.
I also knew someone out there is going to read this and know they're not alone. Other pastors and those in ministry will know they're not the only ones.
When I started this journey into ministry I wanted to change the world. I wanted to make a difference and create a lasting legacy of love for God. I guess this is just one of the ways He wants me to do that.
Bravery is hard. Courage isn't courage without fear.
Kathie you were my first paster you help me see god.In my eyes you will always be one strong lady. Stay strong and thank you for sharing your story.ReplyDelete
Kathie, thank you for sharing your story and bringing Anxiety into the forefront. I too suffer from Anxiety and Panic attacks and totally understand where you are coming from. You are a blessing, so thank you for sharing!ReplyDelete
Thanks for your kind words, girls. It's an important issue and I think we have to talk about it more.ReplyDelete
Thank you for sharing, Kathie!ReplyDelete
My work at the Canadian Mental Health Association teaches me every day the value of sharing our stories. In this way we break through the stigma, and normalize what is VERY normal. It also helps people to look for help and to explore natural remedies, therapy, exercise to maintain good mental health just as we do our physical health.
From my personal experience with depression, and that of family members, I know how important it is to be surrounded by loving support, and how lonely it is without it. I hope you had, and have that.
Auntie Kathie, why did I not really know of this?? You know I suffer from anxiety and panic attacks-almost my whole life now. Got it from mom and I guess both sides of the family. Its very difficult and petrifying to deal with. Hasn't gotten any easier over the years but I pray and talk to God. He gives me the strength everyday as I'm sure He does with you and many others.ReplyDelete
Love and miss you all,
Kenda, I agree. It's talking about it and being open that really helps. Now I am near family I have that support and also the support of officer girl friends I can trust. However, more importantly, my son's anxiety has calmed down being closer to his family. Family is so important.ReplyDelete
Sandi, Thank you for your comment.Yes, I knew about your panic attacks from when you were young. Mine is a little different, it comes and goes for no reason sometimes, it's just always there. I haven't always taken care of myself, but I know now how much taking care of yourself matters. If you ever want to talk, we can always Skype or chat on FB. Love you darling. Miss you too! xoReplyDelete
Soooooooooooooooo good to read ... THANK YOU for your openness and honesty! GBY real good 'through' it all!ReplyDelete