Anxiety Is Real

The shame long associated with anxiety and panic attacks is felt partly because of the stigma against mental health. We’re attacked for being strong and opening up about it publicly and defiantly. And most people will tell us to get out of our heads—that it’s all mental. While there may be some truth in this, it’s a very difficult thing to control.

In October of last year, I was diagnosed with Devic’s disease (NMO) and it can cause me to become blind or paralyzed at any given moment. It’s a neurological disease that affects my central nervous system, and it’s caused me to become half-blind at 29. I was ordered to start chemotherapy treatment immediately to prevent disability.

Anxiety filled my lungs.

Anxiety attacks are daunting. I’ve experienced a handful since I was diagnosed because I suffer from accepting that this is my reality—that this is even a battle I have to fight so early in life.

One day in January, I was sitting at my computer attempting to feel normal by burying myself in work. When my body and blind eye started to groan in pain, I grew exhausted of the constant struggle. I began to weep which turned into a state of panic. I fell to the floor shaking, somehow able to text my administrator what I was experiencing. By the time I opened my eyes, she was by my side helping me to deep breathe. My husband came to pick me up, and I kept repeating this isn’t normal as tears ran down my face on the way home.

I became bitter.

I became indignant. I lost all sympathy for people complaining about Yoga class being canceled or that their favorite Starbucks drink was no longer served. I wished with envy that their problems were my problems instead of dealing with what I was going through. I was sad and frustrated, and I took a lot of it out on my husband.

It’s taken six months to get back on my feet. I’ve accepted this is my reality; the biweekly infusions, vacation accommodations, and an unpredictable future. I’ve accepted that no one understands what I’m going through unless they’re walking through similar shoes. I’ve let go of bitterness and replaced it with content. I’ve used this time off from work to regain my strength physically, mentally, and spiritually. And come the Fall, I will teach again.

Despite that I am physically better now, I still struggle with anxiety. This disease wrecked every part of my life in a span of three months. I could barely walk without a limp or stand for a long period of time without my legs shaking. I was swollen from head to toe, gained weight, suffered from severe nerve pain, eye pain, and month-long migraines. I fell once. I had to quit my job just three months after my diagnosis in February of this year.

I couldn’t believe that everything I worked so hard for was ripped out of my hands. My career and any chance for normalcy—gone. I was no longer independent. I was incapable of getting out of a bath without my husband’s help. Getting in and out of bed felt like a chore. I was unable to cook, clean, or even shower without pain.

Fear of the unknown prompted a lot of my anxiety. An anxiety attack feels like an elephant is sitting on my chest followed by hyperventilating. Controlling my breathing and thoughts become impossible.

I dread the thought of going blind every day—that at any moment, I could lose the beauty of a sunrise and the wonders of moonlight.

When I became half-blind, half of my world felt suddenly gone. It feels like I have one chance left, that if I have another relapse, everything will change in a matter of seconds, and my world will be dark. Just because someone looks strong on the outside, doesn’t mean they aren’t suffering mentally.

Anxiety happens when we feel like we’ve lost control. It happens when we feel like we don’t have everything figured out. It happens when we get a horrible diagnosis or when we’ve lost a job. It happens when we’re in physical, emotional, or spiritual pain. It happens even with no significant threat. And it can happen to any of us.

Maybe my anxiety happens because I’m trying too hard to play God in my own life.

I don’t have all the answers, and I can’t say I will never experience another anxiety attack in my life given my rare circumstances, but I do know that I believe in God, and he tells me that my heart and mind will make plans, but that his purpose will stand (Proverbs 19:21).

Not everyone’s anxiety is the same. Everyone’s suffering is different, but it’s still important and it matters. I wish I could tell you if you’re someone who got a medical diagnosis that it doesn’t have power, but that would be a lie. It does have power—it changes our lives forever.

Sometimes, we get so far in our thoughts that for a moment we forget we’re actually surviving the anxiety attack. We forget that despite that we can feel our heart beating in our throat, our hearts are still beating, and our body is pushing through the attack for the promise that there is a better tomorrow.

And that deep down, despite our best efforts at self-care, deep breathing, and sound baths, the strong spirit in us that comes from above will overpower the weak.

We will overcome it.

To The Teachers Of The World — This Is What Matters In The End

As a virus spreads in our world and takes us into uncharted waters, shutting down schools and universities, we have to learn new coping mechanisms, new ways of thinking — and new ways of learning.

Teachers across the world are learning what it means to remote teach. The stress was felt globally putting together last minute packets, Google classrooms, all the while trying to answer questions from students and anxious phone calls from parents.

Teachers are worried. Parents are tired. Administrators are trying.

Teachers are perturbed about regression. Special ed teachers are concerned about high risk students and how they’re coping all the while trying to manage accommodations virtually. Every single teacher, school counselor, nurse, and administrator have no idea what to expect upon the return of school — or even when that will happen.

Students are missing out on memories we all hope they will get the chance to have while proms are cancelled, high school graduations are post poned, and university students dreams feel halted.

Students everywhere are missing their friendships, teachers, and schools. Teachers and school professionals across the world want to be back in the classroom with their students, and it’s a loss that is felt in every teachers heart. But this won’t stop teachers from showing up, because if there’s one thing teachers can never fail at — it’s being there for students even in the hardest of times.

Stress can bring out the worst in people. And while teachers are coping with grades, tests, and daily assignments, there’s one thing that will matter more than anything after all of this is over:

Student’s mental health will be more important than their academic skills.

How our students will feel by the time this is over will impact their lives more than having not finished the essay on a book assignment. They need to feel safe, loved, and supported through these times where they are witnessing high stress.

Though students should definitely try their best, we have to remember parents are also doing their best while remote working and taking care of their family full-time. Students can’t raise their hand and expect immediate help from their teachers anymore, so naturally there’s going to be frustration. There’s going to be incomplete assignments. There’s going to be a lot of tears, melt-downs, regression, and complete start-overs — but it will take ten times as much work re-building our students mental health and also our own during these trying times if we don’t keep perspective.

Every single one of our mental health matters. It doesn’t vanish because of a pandemic. Everyone is more fragile. So, if you’re in the field of education and are responsible for the learning of others, be kind to yourself. Give grace to your students. Be patient with parents.

We’re all trying our best in this, and we’re all in this together.