I told a friend of mine recently that I was doing a blog for my son to tell him about me, my life and things I learned. At the time I was pondering how to tell this part of my story and asked him his advice.
He asked me if I intended this to be my catharsis. I had heard the word before, but it was not a word that was part of my vocabulary so I asked him what it meant and he told me to look it up. So I did.
The first definition of catharsis on dictionary.com is the purging of the emotions or relieving of emotional tensions, especially through certain kinds of art, as tragedy or music.
I’m still not sure if I would call this a catharsis, but I do know I want you to know who I am and a part of who I am is a person who has generalized anxiety disorder.
About 8 years ago I was sitting in a friend’s office at work and thought I was having a heart attack. After an ambulance ride, hours in the hospital and several follow-up appointments it was determined what I had was a panic attack and ultimately a diagnosis of generalized anxiety disorder.
Since then I have been on medication to control my panic attacks and my anxiety and have an understanding of what some people mean when they say “better living by chemistry.”
Most days I am fine, but at all times I have a heightened sense of paranoia, desire to control my own situation, concern over future events and general fear of the unknown.
When under control I can use these feelings to help me in my job and in life in general. It’s amazing how being worried and thinking about the future can help you in measuring business risks and anticipating market needs. It also is sometimes helpful to be thinking about what might happen if you don’t do everything within your control to do.
When my feelings are out of control I am fearful, irritable, somewhat depressed and generally a pain in the ass. In general these things just work against me, and I have little use for them. Probably about as little use as people around me have for those things.
So yes, I am putting myself out there and letting the world know I’m not perfect. I know some will be shocked at both the fact that I’m not perfect and the fact that I am admitting to not being perfect alike.
So what does the admission that I have generalized anxiety disorder mean? It means I have generalized anxiety disorder, that’s it. You know it’s part of who I am and you know that you may or may not have to deal with it as part of who I am. Other than that it does not mean a damn thing else.
I am responsible for myself, I am responsible for being a great dad, I am responsible for being your mom’s husband, I am responsible for being a friend and family member and I’m responsible for doing the job I am hired to do. No excuses.