I have generalized anxiety disorder.
That was probably the hardest line of this to write. It’s not built into my DNA to admit weakness, real or perceived. Though I’ve been making a concerted effort to own up to my shortcomings, it’s hard to do.
This will be neither a confessional, nor a prescription for “how to deal”, just a picture of how life looks to me. Maybe I’ll go into the genetic and childhood ingredients of my particular brand of disorder some other time.
Despite amassing an impressive number of birthdays, I still feel like a child. I long to rush into the waves, to race across the playground and talk to that new kid, or to jump on a plane and go to Europe. I survey a multitude of adventures and badly want to have them all. I am and always will be, in some ways, a child. And that should be awesome.
Sometime when I was physically a child, maybe at conception even, a monster came into my life. It doesn’t scare me and it’s not meant to. It was born to serve me. To protect me. You see, the monster is able to see danger before the child and run interference. Nothing wrong with that.
Somewhere along the way, the monster started to notice danger in everything and everyone. “Everyone else has a monster,” it whispers, and the child begins to see them, too. “But their monster is bad.”
And soon the child goes from adventuring to peering at the world through his fingers. Afraid of potential hurt, possible loss, embarrassment and even fears of being afraid. He and the monster work out each detail of each scenario that they see on the horizon in painstaking detail.
This makes the art very good. I’ve been asked many times how I can write about things I’ve never experienced as though I had.
It’s because I have. Through the child and the monster.
It makes life very hard. I don’t travel to Europe. I don’t talk to new people (easily) and I struggle to have the sort of fun I imagine is out there for regular people.
The monster calls regular people “delusional” or “dimwits”.
The child secretly envies them.
The monster sometimes emerges to confront situations in monstrous ways.
As the vessel that transports these two, I’m sometimes able to overcome and sometimes not.
I know it has damaged the social aspects of my career. I know it has cost me friendships. I know it has caused bad first impressions with people I just KNOW I would have become friends with if the real me had been able to get free.
But the child loves the monster and would never send it away, even if he knew how. It has protected him from pain, real and imagined. And the child values this very much. But it’s costly to the vessel.
I’m still in the middle of life (I hope) and not sure if I’ll get this figured out or keep faking it, but I just want anyone else harboring the child and the monster to know you’re not alone.
Anxiety, the kind that just hangs around all the time, triggering fear and reclusion leading to depression, is hard. It’s terrible. But it’s not how we ought to define ourselves.
“I’m an artist and I experience generalized anxiety.”
Yeah, that sounds better.
JSn
Ps. Cambria (Cydney Penner) talks about dealing with the other anxiety, those epic panic attacks where you feel you might die, in today’s episode of “9 Days with Cambria”. Check it out (after 11am est): 9 Days with Cambria, Day Five: Drugs & Anxiety