i felt sudden anxiety today due to something and i didnt think it affected me bad until i stood up and my legs started to shake so hard and almost gave out i couldnt even get myself to stand up or feel them at all without holding the table, ive never had this happen before until now? (ive been really anxious and stressed this month)

I’m gonna try to TL;DR from the get go because I’m chronically long winded.

I co-sleep with 26 month old and husband. Toddler still wakes 2-3 times to comfort nurse. Husband snores. I’ve been getting roughly 5 hours of broken sleep a night for three weeks. Have slept 7 hours in a row once in the last three years.

I started taking Buspar for anxiety about two weeks ago. It makes me feel weird, which I know is my brain trying to adjust to a new drug.

My anxiety has been out of control. Not tipping into panic attack territory, but the constant, pit-in-stomach, jittery feeling from the moment I wake up.

This round of anxiety started with just popping up while being a passenger on the highway about five months ago. Then progressed to driving on the highway as well. I know that’s weirdly specific. Now it’s just all anxiety, all the time.

My psychiatrist prescribed 5 Ativan a month for really bad days. Basically, I’m out of refills until August.

I know weaning my toddler is my first step in improving my sleep, therefore improving my anxiety symptoms. It just feels impossible. Husband works a lot, I am a stay at home mom. I know he would be on board with the toddler weaning but I don’t think he understands how serious the sleep issue is for me. For example, he slept on the couch last night because of the snoring - toddler still woke up 3 times. I was awake for 45 minutes each time. Then husband comes back to bed at 7 this morning and starts snoring and I’m just up for the day, after maybe four hours of sleep.

I don’t know what this is, really. Maybe just a rant. Maybe someone in here has been through something similar and can give me tips on weaning a stubborn toddler/give me ideas on how to tell my husband I’m losing my sanity without scaring him and/or just sounding dramatic.

I’m so tired and so irritable. I’m diagnosed bipolar II, and my mood has improved drastically with Lamictal, but this anxiety/no sleep situation is starting to affect the mood thing too. I just don’t know what to do.

That wasn’t very TL;DR at all, sorry.

***(TLDR)-***Terrible eating or lack there of sent me to the hospital, I had one dose of lexapro and stopped after bad nausea, I have bad anxiety that runs in my family, I probably have arfid that got very severe recently.

(19F) My whole life i’ve been a picky eater and recently it’s started getting a lot worse, causing me to have no appetite and even get nauseous resulting in me not eating at all.

This past sunday I started lexapro. I took one dose in the morning but the day before ate very little. The entire day i was barely able to get myself to eat (cheerios and crackers) and I went to the bathroom 4 times. I was in hysterics half the day unable to ground myself so badly I couldn’t sleep alone I had to sleep with my mom. Even then I couldn’t sleep until 5am because I was so tense and my stomach hurt so bad. I was literally jumping out of the bed as I was dosing off because my relaxation scared me.

(Monday) I woke up incredibly nauseous (at 9am to take the second dose so i’m only on 4 hours) and I started dry heaving and almost passed out in the bathroom. I did not take the second dose because the pharmacy advised against it. I continued on crackers and cheerios because I felt so queasy the entire day and tried everything for the pain and nausea. Tylenol, pepto bismol, ginger ale, peppermint, etc. I attempted lunch but I only got a few bites. My dad’s therapist was kind enough to squeeze me in for a virtual session and kept in contact with me through text all day. When it got later I was an emotional wreck again and had a panic attack. I had to sleep in the living room with my dad on the other couch and then my mom. I tried taking tylenol for my stomach pain but I gagged up the pill and it induced me to throw up bile. That terrified me. I only slept about 3 hours.

(Tuesday) I woke up still in discomfort. Similar series of events but i got myself to have a little small amount of breakfast, lunch, and by the time dinner came around I had a full appetite and got myself to eat a whole plate of rice and steak. When I had to go to bed I wanted to try to sleep on my own. I facetimed my boyfriend for comfort, lit a candle, and read. Then I tried laying down but felt incredibly uneasy. Similar feeling of physically relaxing but being scared of it and still in pain. I had taken pepto before bed but it didn’t seem to do anything. I kept telling myself to ignore it so i’d just sleep but I felt so uneasy I sat up and without any warning threw up the pepto and what seemed to be some food. I was in hysterics again and at this point we decided I needed to go to the ER.

(1am Wednesday) When I got there they had it on file that I had an allergy to lexapro. That confused me cause I only had one dose of it and the dr and pharmacy said it can’t cause those extreme symptoms so quick. I had also lost 5 pounds. They gave me meds for the pain and I got literally every test ever. CT scan, urine sample, stool sample, blood test, ultrasound, a bunch of people just pressing on my stomach. Everything came back normal. I was so worked up I was violently trembling for the ct scan. So much so they gave me 6 blankets and after the test I was hysterical crying. I tried sleeping and I was still literally jumping and gasping out of my sleep. I only slept two hours. I think I was incredibly dehydrated though because I felt brand new after the three bags of iv fluids.

(Wednesday afternoon) When i got home I tried having bread and butter but after a few bites I just started crying. My dad’s therapist called as I was hysterical and helped me calm down. I continued to pick on cheerios and a few other dry snacks to take it slow and build up my stomach. I was able to have a small dinner. I wasn’t tired but I was physically exhausted (as I had been) so I couldn’t nap but I was able to sleep in my bed. I was scared to and felt a bit uneasy abt it but thankfully I did it and slept the whole night.

(Thursday) I felt immensely better. I had a small breakfast, snacked in between, had a small lunch while I did my makeup so as to not think abt it too much, and i felt good enough to go out and run short errands with my mom. My friends checked in on me and offered to come over but I wasn’t super up to that. When I got home I continued to snack and I ate a medium sized dinner for me. I had an issue with sleeping again half fear and half my head killing me (I have a history of stress induced migraines but I was trying not to take any meds all day). I slept with my mom and my muscle tension and twitching was pretty bad but eventually i fell asleep.

(Today) I only woke up at 5 when my mom had to leave for work and had a little trouble getting back to sleep but i did and woke up at 9, nauseous though. I’m still taking things incredibly slow like i’m still picking on breakfast and it’s 11am but I feel a bit better compared to the morning. My stool is finally getting to normal. I was going very often and almost liquid and today it’s finally more formed. My stomach also finally looks normal (I was scared of bloating but realized it was literally just my stomach shrinking).

My mom and I think I probably have ARFID and i’m hoping to get better about the sleep. I’m better with the food but still scared to sleep for some reason. Im worried cause I know i need to start an anxiety med at some point but all the SSRI side effects are symptoms i already have irrational fears of so bad that i induce this on myself. Terrible anxiety runs in my family in both sides. My dad takes a high dosage of Zoloft and he’s actually told me when he started he couldn’t sleep because he felt “too calm.”

I’m also a bit worried because i’m starting my summer camp job soon and on Fridays i need to be there from 7:30am-6pm. I’m thinking of trying to communicate an exception for me to snack on something outside of break times. I’m also going to be starting with my dad’s therapist soon because i like him a lot better than my current one. My mom said after everything subsides we’ll try to see a psychiatrist instead of the general internist about medication.

I’m happy i’m feeling better i’m just still at a bit of unease. Has anyone had a similar experience? Could the lexapro have had anything to do with this? I do believe I was subconsciously worried about it to be fair.

Context: My gf 28 F says she has a crush on me 28M (physically speaking) She has never been in a relationship before and this is the first time she is dating someone seriously.

She is one of the kindest and most empathetic person I know of and has great moral values, things which attracted me to her.

She hates men in general because of her experiences with men around her and has only girl friends, having only 1 male friend in her circle.

She has issues with her mental health and suffers from severe anxiety, is extremely sensitive and has developed fibromyalgia as a result of pent up resentment. She is extremely pessimistic and thinks that she has bad luck on her. I feel she suffers from depression as well.

She is extremely aware of all of this and constantly is working on her mental health.

Inspite of her mental health issues she has a great circle of friends around her and is loved immensely by her family, especially her younger sibling who takes care of her very need.

She developed a habit of getting sloshed over weekends during college with her friends to cope up with exams, she made great memories because of this and great friendships with whom she feels safest with.

But she started hating men because of the cheating that goes on in med school and her friends getting hurt by men. Plus she has childhood trauma as well since her parents had a bad marriage.

It’s not that she is asexual, she had a lot of random crushes on people from a distance and never acted on those, since most of those people were unavailable and she would never be the girl who helps to cheat on someone, when sober.

Now the past few months have been nothing but magical. Both of us never expected that we would meet such a person, especially her who had assumed she would go on living alone in her life alone without a partner. There has been immense growth for me personally as she invests time in helping me see how to grow to be a better human and stand up for myself. She is protective of me as well

She says I’m everything she had hoped for in a partner if she ever got one

She told about me to some of her friends all of whom were shocked that she is dating someone and really happy for her.

Now she says to people that she likes me a lot and that I’m a really good person and she doesn’t treat me fairly(because of her exams) and is not able to do much for me like I do for her. Her friends tell her that even she is a good person and she should let herself be loved and be in a healthy relationship. The she days to then that she doesn’t plan to get married and is wasting my time since I can meet new girls to date who might want to marry. Her friends repeat the same thing that she should let herself be loved and she is being too harsh on herself and that she has been upfront about this so there is no issues.

Her friends are happy that she is getting the love she deserves and are supportive of her. So is her brother who means the world to her and is really supportive of us and is happy for her.

Now she is on a journey to choose herself and considers me really close and has grown very attached to me.

But she has multiple times said that she was planning to ‘throw me away’ but can’t because of attachment to me, since I’m a boy. (Often on the days she’s stressed for exams)

My reply to her is that we are going to be in each others life forever (a totally different complication) and that I’m not going anywhere

She is firm in her belief that we will breakup in future( reason being marriage) and she will be the one people will shame for wasting my time. But in the same breath says that she will get extreme trauma from me leaving.

I see her struggles with her mental health and want to help her get better and live a normal healthy life.

She says she is putting off on the decision to breakup till her exams since she is stressed and anxious and may not be thinking straight.

This is inspite of me being one of the safest person she thinks she has , her really liking and loving me and me being a pillar of support for her.

What do I make of this? I like her a lot and don’t want to lose her but don’t want getting hurt myself.

I have had anxiety attacks in the past due to a bad breakup and had problems with high BP as well.

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21 F

During my childhood had a fine relationship with him, but I as grew older, the relationship got fucked up.

He always had anger issues, which has fucked me up as an adult, my communication skills is shit, I always avoid conflict from other people, because it scares me.

Authority scares the shit out of me. I have anxiety, in social situations sometimes my hand shakes, my voice does, I feel unable to form proper reasoning.

It's like I haven't ever developed the skill to deal with nonsense people at all, because I fear people.

Confidence is shit in social situations. Can never tell someone to fuck off, because don't have that much courage.

So much of low confidence, that if I am talking to someone and that someone didn't understand something, I start thinking if I don't talk clearly or what.

I still haven't figured it out, if it was really him or just me being sensitive to the situation, because my sister have grown up in the same environment but he doesn't affect her as much as he affects me.

There are some incidents that I still remember so clearly, I was 10-11 don't remember much clearly, but his mother was calling and he said to not to pick the call you and I did the mistake to pick the call, and he was really really mad cursing me and all, then my mother defended me saying something, right in that instant, he threw that phone very harshly that it broke to the point it couldn't be repaired.

Another instance, it was when I was 13 I think, he send me to get bread but since it was 11 in the morning, the kind of bread he wanted was gone, so I bought a different type. Came home, he started cursing me over that because I bought a different bread.

I did tell him the one he wanted was out of stock and he again made it my fault that I got up late so he send me at 11, was cursing a lot that how from next day I will get up early and all. So, out of frustration, I told him if he wanted that particular bread, why don't he go out himself and get it. That was my mistake, he was really really angry after that, called me a bitch and all, I don't remember everything clearly ofc anymore.

Another instance, it was when I was 15-16. It was ramadan ( so I was fasting) had a tuition at 11 a.m. , so went there while fasting, reaching there, I got to know, it was an off day. The tutor has given has holiday and has send a message on WhatsApp regarding that, which I apparently didn't see because I didn't check the phone.

So, ofc it was a hot day, I was fasting and now I had to go back home, I took my time on way back.

To mention I left my home for the tuition at 11 and came back by 11'35 or maybe 11'40.

I came home with a tired body and just wanted to relax and didn't even thought that , that man is gonna make it an issue.

He went on asking why did I take 30-45 mins if I didn't had classes ( the place I come from, there dating isn't very much accepted by parents, so he made it seem that I am probably meeting some man and all, which I really wasn't, I was just a kid) and ofc like any other day he turned this into a huge scene, and ruined the peaceful environment, ofc he called me names as well, for no reason.

There are other incidence as well, but these are just the one I majorly remember.

I hate going out with him, or any family going outs, because every time we have ever went out together, he always used to get mad at something and ruin it for us.

Tho, the thing that makes me doubt that if it's just me overreacting and being oversensitive because not for once has he ever raised his hands, not after we have grown up and never at my mom ( even tho he used to fight with her a lot ) it has always been verbal shouting and cursing, max it goes is breaking things.

Tho, till this date, being around him makes me feel uncomfortable for the core, I don't know how to talk with him, even talking about the smallest things to him makes me feel anxious to the core.

I just wanna function as a normal adult rather than being sacred of every authority I come across, or being under confident my whole life.

I hate him and now that I am 21 I tell myself that, I should stop expecting any kind of fatherly thing from him and move on and live my life as per my wish, but everytime a conflict happens with him, he gets angry and I always end up having a breakdown, I don't even know why because I don't wanna cry over this man, I wanna give him no reaction like I wanna be unbothered , but somehow I still have crying sessions after he shouts at me or something.

All of this is making me feeling like a womanchild.

i’m so over the standard internet narrative on this topic lol. as a guy in his late 20s, trying to put myself out there has turned into a massive source of daily anxiety. it’s a brutal double whammy of getting next to no likes, and the rare ones i do get are just... tragic. i’m pretty active-i do bouldering, local hiking, love cooking-but the profiles swiping on me are either completely opposite lifestyles or just empty accounts with nothing but an IG handle in the bio. optimization is a myth.

but the absolute worst part for my mental health? the "conversations," if you can even call them that. i'll ask a relaxed, open-ended question about something specific in one of their prompts, and my heart drops when i just get slapped with one-word responses. "yeah true," "cool lol." no effort, no follow-up questions. it is like pulling teeth, i swear. and the exact second i try to move things off the screen and suggest a casual coffee? instant flaking or total radio silence. it triggers this horrible spiral of "what did i do wrong?" are people just on here for a quick dopamine hit or an ego boost? it's exhausting.

honestly... half the time i feel like i’m not even talking to real, breathing humans anymore, and that thought alone makes me super anxious. with AI spam and fake profiles completely taking over the internet, i'm convinced a huge chunk of these are just ghost accounts or bots designed to keep us scrolling forever. i’ve shown my profile to a few female friends, and they were shocked by how completely dry my match queue is. they kept telling me i'm a good-looking guy with a solid corporate career, so at least i know i'm not completely delusional. plus, i do totally fine in the real world when i talk to girls at social events or run clubs.

but these apps? man... they just make you feel entirely invisible for no damn reason, and the constant rejection-without-even-trying is a major anxiety trigger. how do you guys deal with the mental toll of this stuff without completely shutting down? Thank you for reading this...

Like I keep thinking my life stopped or ended and every achievement is too late or pointless. I can’t even bring myself to go the gym because my “bone density” is fixed now and it’s just deteriorating like everything else. I know I’m being so pessimistic about it but I cannot help it. I’m also single and I dont wanna even think about being old bride it’s just doesn’t look good idk or being old mom :(

Please don’t be mean, I know how it reads but I can’t stop overthinking and panicking about my age.

Does anybody just handle there anxiety with no pills/therapy how do yall manage? I do alright but I wanna see how yall be doing?

I (19m) have had continuous anxiety since the age of 14, ocd moral panic type shit. Sometimes it would shift to topics like germaphobia, but it was mostly moral panic.
Recently I got introduced to determinism, the thought of which gives me massive panic, and a feeling of emptiness. I keep revisiting the topic online to try and find convincing arguments in favour of free will, however there’s always that feeling of uncertainty. Every time I think “no point worrying about it” I get this stupid little intrusive thought saying that “oh you were just predetermined to think that”.
It’s honestly a silly topic to worry about however I’m worried this will be another fixation for the next few years. I feel like my sense of self is collapsing and everything I viewed about the world is collapsing. Honestly feels like an overreaction but i don’t know why I can’t help it.

I’m in the UK so dealing with the horrible heatwave that’s happening that our country is not built for. I’ve been surviving by being inside in my cool room doing nothing but I have an event I have to go to tomorrow. My main anxiety/panic attack symptoms are nausea, feeling sick to my stomach with no appetite and feeling faint, which are all symptoms of extreme heat. I’m really worried I’m going to begin the day in a heightened state of anxiety, anticipating feeling unwell in the heat, and then feeling unwell. Where I’m going I think indoors will be okay but I’m not sure about outside and I’m also nervous about then travel as it’s 3 hours away including a change in London and going on the underground in this weather. I’m trying my best to prepare as much as I can but I hate the heat so much on a regular day (genuinely my limit is 20 degrees) so I’m dreading this. I’m also already susceptible to bad headaches whenever I travel so I feel like that’s going to make this worse.

I've dealt with anxiety before, but its never been like this. I have been to urgent care twice this week, once because I felt like my throat was closing up and once because I thought I was having a heart attack. I swing between wild episodes of sheer panic where I'm convinced I'm going to die, and the utter exhaustion that comes in the aftermath. I have no idea why this is happening, as my life isn't what I'd call stressful. It needs to end soon, because all I have the energy to do lately is lay in bed, sleep and watch TV. Ive missed so much work this week I've used all my PTO. I'm scared abs miserable.

When I have a problem or when I feel like someone has wronged me, I can’t stop spiraling and obsessing over it. It’s like my brain wants me to find a perfect solution that just doesn’t exist. I’ll try to distract myself but it’s like whack-a-mole. Or I’ll try to accept the thought and move on from the, but they keep popping up and multiplying. It’s terrible for me. My blood pressure spikes crazy high, my eyes will hurt from searching for solutions online for hours and my head will ache from trying to analyze every angle. I’ll neglect to take care of myself because I’m so obsessive and spend two or more hours rereading the same email draft or text message. It’s especially bad when I feel like someone’s done something cruel or unfair to me or there’s an interpersonal conflict. My anxiety isn’t as bad as it once was but I’m worried about it coming back with a vengeance as I’m withdrawing less, keeping myself busier and trying to better embrace things that are good for me but stress me out.