My anxiety start as a young child. I was obsessed with the world ending, my parents dying, stuff like that... I grew up in Brooklyn, in a pretty tough neighborhood, and my friends all got into some serious trouble, jail, blah, blah, blah --- anxiety through the roof. I'm not a violent, aggressive guy, this isn't where an anxious kid shoulda been. I started doing drugs, but wound up giving it all up at 17, except cannabis daily and a few beers occasionally.
In my early 20's I was hired by the FDNY, and ALL my anxiety disappeared. Like a miracle - gone. I became a brave, confident, professional, and went on to become a captain, leading my men into some crazy situations for a couple of decades. NO ANXIETY EVER
In the late 90's I was diagnosed with Graves disease, and fighting fires was over. I was devastated, and anxiety started to creep back. I wrote a book, got it published by HarperCollins and things moved forward, anxiety at bay.
9-11 = panic, anxiety, irrational fear, depression, insomnia (the worst) guilt, loss, grief, loss of identity
I began to have full blown panic attacks right after 911. I wasn't afraid for me, I was afraid the world was going to end - mine just did.
Over the last 14 years, I've been through the mill. Right now, my biggest problem is my life situation. My wife has had it, putting up with my issues, and I get a lot of "what about me?". I get it, but I'm on my own, no family, no kids, few friends, PTSD has effected everything in my life. I'm not afraid or fearful, I'm flooded with adrenaline, the panic is not over anything physically threatening me at this moment, it's my mind just racing outta control with what if's, irrational thoughts bouncing around, sometimes no basis in fact. I've had a host of physical symptoms including, heart palpitations, lump in my throat, frequent urination, ears ringing, insomnia, restless legs, irritable bowel, and more, sometimes all at once - but the symptoms just make me feel more helpless, less control. NO CONTROL, TO ME, IS THE DEFINITION OF STRESS.
It's getting better, but I need peace and calm. I exercise, meditate, walk and train my dog (love of my life), vape, and think way too much. Sometimes I find it hard to get off my ass and go out. I just can't stand people's company sometimes, just wanna be alone. I go through a pattern that I need to break...
SAD
ANGRY
ANXIOUS
The key is to get the fuck out of your own head. With anxiety, you are you're worst enemy. I pray for anyone who knows EXACTLY what I mean.
God Bless you all.
PS: at the beginning of my vape experience, I did get a bit of anxiety (never got from smoking). That passed, and I can dial in my high just right now, with just about any vape.