My therapist just asked me to keep a journal of what is actually provoking my depression and anxiety. So here it goes...
I guess this is my partial list of things that provoke anxiety (some is social, some not)...
Driving... I get overwhelmed and have panic attacks whenever I drive. Maybe it stems from the fact that I sometimes zone out/get distracted and run red lights and stuff. Now I think I partly get fear of fear its self... because then I get dizzy and it's not so good
Listening to the radio while driving tends to make it even worse because it feels like too much is coming at me. It makes me want to scream.
Interacting with co-workers. One I am mostly okay with because I think she seems genuinely caring inside... But everyone there DOES talk about each other behind their back and I have caught them doing it behind my back, AND I have had things where someone will mention something in a meeting that is clearly about me but they won't use names. Recently a teacher I taught with two years ago (different teams now) said in a meeting about attachment disorders that she worked with a TEACHER once who likely had an attachment disorder and then went on to describe ME perfectly... It was so obvious she meant me, and I'm sure EVERYONE knew it.
Believing that people, especially co-workers and kids parents and such, think I'm stupid, because when we have meetings or whatever everyone is always so articulate and I never even know WHAT to say, and when I try saying whatever comes to mind I stutter and it comes out all a mess. I'm not imagining this, it DOES.
Trying to concentrate on what people (even kids at work) are telling me when there's a lot of background noise (or noise in my head) is so hard for me. Even when I really TRY to focus and block stuff out my mind wanders a lot. And then I have no clue how to respond.
Trying to focus on my office work and all the while knowing that I keep falling further behind because I can't focus. I often end up having panic attacks over that, too. And I'm affraid I'll get fired when they realize how behind I am. And then I will let my family down because we need the money for bills... I don't know what else I would do for a job, or COULD do successfully, that would have the same rate of pay.
Our house gets REALLY messy (thanks to depression) and my mom comes here every week, and before she comes I go NUTS cleaning and get so anxious because it's always overwhelming and I feel like if I don't keep up she will think I'm a slob... SHE always kept the house clean. I feel like I should be able to as well. But I can never stay motivated for more than a few days.
Taking my son out to public places like the park... All the other moms there are older and seem so much more together and chatty and everything and I am so awkward, I always feel like people are thinking I'm lame.
Actually, even simple things like having to get dressed to go out... Lately I often wear the same thing from Friday morning to Sunday night and I just don't go out at all. Cooking, having to get groceries or gas, everything just feels like TOO MUCH.
People getting too much into my head... i am really worried that people will notice traits like my stuttering or whatever and then figure out how mentally messed up I am, and then they'll think i'm even MORE pathetic.
I worry that people think I'm not good enough to be a mom/wife/teacher/etc... Not stable enough/smart enough/pretty enough/social enough...
Fear/obsession that I'll get schizophrenia like my brother.
Sometimes fers of myself... like that what if my body acted against me and made me do horrible things... Like drive off the road or kill my baby or run someone over with my car... These vissions torment me even though I KNOW I would never do these things... but I guess it fits with the fear of getting schizophrenia/loosing my mind.
Things that make me depressed...
Unescapable anxiety
Feeling stupid/ugly/incompetant/unworthy
My dog being dead
My stupid eye condition which is painful and ugly, and there is no cure and it's chronic
Feeling trapped in my job
Feeling exhausted all the time
The fact that I'm stuck living and "can't" kill myself because even though I'm miserable I don't want to hurt my loved ones
The fact that I don't trust that I'll get better, and I fear I'll get worse
The fact that I have been like this my entire life and have a family history of mental illness, schizophrenia and suicide attempts... It all makes hope feel rather distant.