WELCOME TO MY CRAZY HEAD
I was awake at 5am, largely thanks to my youngest child, but in reality I was already nervously lost in my own ridiculousness.
I say that smiling, but in all honesty my heart was thumping and my fingers shaking. My husband was about to get on a plane for work and already, my crazy had begun.
I felt even writing about it was tempting fate; tempting the fate I’d firmly set in my head.
You see, after watching the gorgeous Kerri Sackville talk about her book The Little Book of Anxieties, I recognised something in myself.
It’s something I’d never spoken about because firstly, I didn’t understand what I suffered from, but also because I’d convinced myself that if I did speak out loud about it, whatever awful disaster I was imagining in my head would actually come true. It would happen and I would be responsible.
I couldn’t sit alone with my thoughts anymore.
They plagued me. They frightened and worried me. I decided if I wrote them down it might help me face the crazy head on.
I rambled. My fingers were paralysed.
My nervousness was compounded by the fact I dreamed I was standing on a beach, watching a plane circle. Moments later, the plane nose-dived into the swirling sea. I fell to my hands and knees crying. I’d awoken with a start, wanting to tell my husband I had had a terrifying nightmare, but I didn’t want to worry him. I knew it was just me projecting things that would not happen.
I watched my husband walk out the door. I wanted to grab him and say: “Please don’t go, please stay”. I didn’t, I just hugged him tight. I always make sure I hug him like it’s the last time. I know this freaks him out, as it would me, if I was in his place.
Prior to him leaving, I went through my ritual; my ritual I had never told anyone about until yesterday.
I visualised him leaving, getting into his car, driving through the streets of Adelaide, getting on the plane, flying safely over the water to Port Lincoln. I imagined him getting in another car, driving safely around the town, stopping to take photographs, before driving back to the airport and getting on another plane.
I’ve visualised that plane flying back safely over the water, landing in Adelaide and him driving safely through the suburban streets back home to us. In my head, I’d already played out the moment he walked back through the door and I’d hugged him as he looked into the room at our three sleeping children.
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19 Responses to this article
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Debyl1 June 21, 2012
I admire you so much for writing about this and making those of us who go through similar feel we are not crazy or alone.Thankyou for speaking up.This must have been your time.
Your post may have taught you many things but you have also taught us lessons and I hope you feel a pride in knowing that.xx-
bigwords June 21, 2012
Thanks for your kindness xx
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Lorelle June 21, 2012
Bravo on a great post. My mission in life is to see and encourage more people like yourself to stand up and talk about mental illness. Ive been doing it for years and it inspires me and sends a smile to my face when I see oithers doing the same. It is so important for the world to realise that mental health effects everyone and that it is no different to a lifelong physical illness. We are not alone. 1 in 4 australians live daily with a mental illness and with the right support and attitudes from the rest of the country (and world), this can become just alittle more easy.
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sam June 21, 2012
I suffer from anxiety too. Every since my father had a heart attack six years ago, I worry that I to will have a heart attack and die and leave my lovely children. It got so bad about 2 months ago that I had a massive panic attack and did end up in hospital with a suspected heart attack. I hadn’t had one and the specialist says that I am in very good shape and am unlikey to have one. But I still feel the panic rise at least once a day. The way I calm myself is by getting my stopwatch on the phone out and timing my heart rate. This process just seems to calm me down.
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Gwen June 21, 2012
I am so glad you were courageous enough to write about this. I speak from “both sides of the couch” as a mental health professional and as someone with personal experience of anxiety. I think that my own story informs my practice with others, while recognizing the appropriate boundaries which must be a part of professional/client relationships. So many people suffer more than they need to because of their anxiety and shame about their condition, and because they do not know enough about the range of helpful options open to them.
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Wendy June 21, 2012
I used to believe that if I didn’t go through every possible disaster scenario and have an action plan, I would be responsible for all the disasters that occurred to my family. I would have to have an action plan ready for the car accidents, choking, cutting, falling, abduction, animal attack and many other possibilities.
I overcame this by NOT imagining my action plan. At first, I was in terror that something bad would happen but after many weeks of waiting for the bad news, the knock on the door from the police and the story on the news, I came to realize there was nothing I had to do to protect my family from imaginary disasters.-
Rikki June 21, 2012
Oh my goodness, this is me!!! I feel like I have control over a situation if I have somehow ‘beat disaster to it’ by having an action plan – but it’s so exhausting. My strange irrational justification is: by thinking it might happen, it won’t happen, because it never does. Meanwhile, it’s very difficult to enjoy the moment when I’m thinking of the bad thing that might happen in the next. Every missed call is a call with bad news until I find out otherwise; every knock on the door is the police, until it isn’t.
I’m otherwise a perfectly functional human being, who is told often how calm I am…! I cannot believe other people think like this… Perhaps I’m not so crazy. Or we all are.
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JessB June 21, 2012
This made me think of the U2 song, Touch.
“Reach out and,
reach out and,
reach out and
touch somebody”Good on you for not wanting to live in such a state of anxiety Bianca, and doing something about it.
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Di Pearton June 21, 2012
WOW! Thank you, for making it that bit easier for the next person to speak about their anxiety.
You know those ‘inspirational’ adventurers that are basically amusing themselves? They are not brave like you!
I hope you are younger than me. I hope you spend less of your life imprisoned by anxiety. -
Nat June 21, 2012
Beautifully written. As someone who has struggled with anxiety, I thank you for speaking up.
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Cate P June 21, 2012
I am (and this is no exaggeration) the most anxious person I know. I’ve never met anyone worse than me. I know there ARE people worse off than me, some are so crippled by anxiety they can’t leave their homes, but I haven’t met them yet (because they don’t get out much). I am an internal mess a lot of the time, and you’ve met me Bianca, and I bet you didn’t even realise it. We get good at hiding stuff and making excuses for erratic behaviour. “I had gastro”… yeah, right, I had a full on anxiety attack and ended up in hospital, tsk. The truth is too hard to explain most of the time.
And my husband gets on a plane almost every single Monday morning and Friday night. Imagine that. Although after 18 months of it, I think of it less and less now.
I think if you can find a way to laugh at yourself, it helps. Like, I’ve already worked out what I’m wearing to the hubby’s funeral, but agonising over whether or not my awesome high heels would be disrepectful makes me giggle, give myself a mental slap, and move on. xxx -
Vane Essa June 21, 2012
***Jess B *** That song is from Noiseworks not U2. See, I get anxious when things aren’t correct. Like spelling mistakes… We all have a little bit of crazy in us, some are just more disabled by it. Thanks for sharing Bianca.
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Sharon June 21, 2012
Yes I relate. When its me flying you can find me propping up an airport bar an hour before boarding
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The Huntress June 21, 2012
While I suffer nothing beyond a normal anxiety to stressful situations, my son has been formally diagnosed with generalised anxiety disorder. His anxiety prevents him from having the normal life of a little boy, instead it has driven him into an adult world, whereby he feels he has to hold it together with his own hypervigilence. It is heartbreaking to see such a little boy rendered down into rituals, broken thoughts and tears.
I really hope you manage to overcome your anxiety. A life filled with anxiety is little more than a paralysed life.
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Caity O'Connor June 22, 2012
yep yep yep yep yep – I have Generalised Anxiety Disorder, Panic Disorder, and Bipolar Disorder. And some days it just all gets too damn much and I feel like I can’t breathe, let alone hold it together..
As well as a very understanding husband, I have a fabulous team of strong women who help: my psychologist, psychiatrist, and mental health nurse (And the mental health nurse is covered by medicare so I get to see her often, she is worth GOLD)… I have had a lot of therapy (mindfulness and ACT have really helped me) and yes, medication, to get me to the point where I was able to actually start uni again this year after a long break – 8 years since I left the workforce and 20 years since I left an unfinished undergraduate degree – I can only manage 1 subject per semester because anything more is too much, but…. I’m getting there slowly.
Thank you for sharing your experience, Bianca – I don’t think most people realise just how crippling anxiety can be. It’s not “just” anxiety, it is a real and debilitating mental illness and we can get help for it – if we can talk about it and reach out for help.
All the best,
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housegoeshome.com June 23, 2012
Great post. I can totally relate Bianca. Add a constant knot in my chest and tightly clenched jaw and that’s me. I wrote a blog post about the crazy stuff inside my head last year, called Brain Jam http://housegoeshome.com/2011/12/04/brain-jam/















