My kiddo has had panic attacks and social anxiety since puberty. So did I. So did my mom. They run in our family, and for folks who are too scared to take meds…they are absolutely devastating. I have two aunts who don’t leave their homes. Two things run in our family…crazy anxiety and academic talent. They are often at odds with each other.
My mom, who was brilliant in every other capacity… was of the old school belief that you don’t take pills. Ever. She was terrified of meds, probably due to horror stories from members of previous generations with the same genetic issues, who were treated terribly by early psychiatry. This fear and bias made things pretty tough for me.
In college, I tried meds against her wishes and behind her back.
I was stunned…at the sensation of contentment and pleasure…experienced by people who don’t live under constant attack from their own nervous systems. I remember thinking to myself…My God…is life really this easy for normal people? Removing that constant layer of irrational fear and worry changed my life completely.
On top of inheriting bad neurochemistry…I had all the learned behaviors of being raised by a mom with untreated severe anxiety. Those are more challenging to fix. But when I had a kid, I decided I was going to end the cycle…so I’ve worked really hard on being aware of these things in my life and in my approach to parenting.
When my kid went through puberty and started having the same issues…we addressed it in a meaningful way.
We both take SSRI meds for GAD, We’re both functional people who have normal ups and downs, normal anxieties, but do not live lives consumed by worry and stress.
Sometimes crippling anxiety is not “some hidden problems you just need to talk through”. Sometimes it’s the neurological equivalent of diabetes…just a simple chemical imbalance. A hereditary wildcard that is just bad luck to draw.
Dealing with anxiety can certainly MAKE you depressed, though. It affects relationships. it affects your work. Something about ending up in the bathroom randomly because you have to cry and rock and bounce your leg up and down until your heart feels like it isn’t going to explode anymore…can really mess with normalcy and self esteem. Anxiety sucks. Anxiety attacks are inconvenient and miserable. Worse…your brain is working…it’s saying…this is stupid, it’s screwing up my life…while your fight or flight reaction is off the chart and it feels like you’re about to be hit by a train.
Sometimes the solution honest to God really is…just taking a pill every day and feeling a whole lot better.
And look…I know meds are abused, and they can have unwanted side effects, and they’re expensive and a pain…
But sometimes they are a freaking miracle. Night and Day change to your life.
When I compare several members of my extended family who cope with our familial anxiety disorder by
- Going to therapy only.
- Praying.
- Taking meds and going to therapy
- Alternative medicine and meditation
- Taking an SSRI prescribed by a family doctor
The folks who seem the most sane and happy…who live the most normal lives and complete their goals…who have the healthiest relationships with their kids…are the folks who have talked frankly to their family doctors about the severity of anxiety in our family, and tried an SSRI.
it’s not a perfect study, because obviously there are some other variables at work…but anecdotally, it’s enough for me to believe that my anxiety has little to do with events in my life…and everything to do with chemical deficiencies in my head.
Not trying to sell anyone on meds…you should do what works best for you and no one else.
But I did want to try to take a little of the fear out of the use of meds, the stigma of being on them, and the decision to try them.