“What are you even stressed about?”

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I’ve said this before when writing on my blog, but I am usually a very private person. I could share my every thought about a visit to a certain place, but when it comes to my feelings on pretty much any other subject I tend to be a closed book. This, compounded with some of the reactions I’ve received in the past, is why until now I haven’t really entertained sharing that I struggle an awful lot with anxiety (until now).

After two difficult years in St Andrews, this year I’ve postponed my studies at uni in an attempt to get a better handle on my mental health. My first year at university was incredibly rocky. Although I started it as super confident, the overwhelming sense of loneliness began to set in on my first night moving away. I went from having an active social life, working with my friends for years and living at home to moving in, working and learning with strangers. It didn’t take long at all before I began to neglect first myself, then slowly my friends at home, my family and my boyfriend. For about a year I developed stress related sores all over my scalp and the more stressed I felt, sure enough the worse my skin became. I made the decision about two weeks into my travels this summer, and as soon as I decided on it I felt like the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders. I stopped writing about where I was visiting, I stopped panicking about how I was going to pay my credit card off when I got home and I really wasn’t worried about missing out on uni every day for a whole year. I actually got to enjoy travelling, enjoy Paul, and enjoy coming home without having six days until starting back.

Anyone that truly knows me knows that I am ultra determined and won’t start anything I don’t intend on finishing. But, I don’t want to have worked so hard for the last sixteen years to fall at the last hurdle. So I’m taking a year to try and work through this problem, to relax and hopefully begin to enjoy my life again. Two months into what should have been my third year I already feel a ton better than I did for the last two, and as I slowly regain a grip on my social skills, social life and stress coping skills I’m finally, after two really difficult years, beginning to feel like myself again.

I don’t feel like I owe anybody an explanation as to why I’m feeling the way I am, but in the same turn I’m not embarrassed to explain why I am, so I will. My anxiety comes from years and years of mounding unnecessary pressure on myself and I’m fully aware of it. The crux my the problem is that I can’t stop doing it. I don’t even realise I’m doing it, and when I feel overwhelmed I don’t know what to do. I struggle enormously when plans are changed last minute, and to a lesser extent when they’re changed at all. Where I used to not think twice about questioning anybody over anything, now the thought of any form of confrontation genuinely makes my stomach drop. All throughout my teens I prided myself in not caring what anyone thought of me and now I can’t help but have it at the forefront of my mind every time I have an encounter with someone. All these examples and so many more are things that three years ago I would never had dreamed would have affected me in the slightest, and now I’m working on learning how to deal with their effects.

My actual intention behind writing this post was to perhaps shed some light on not the problems I face on a daily basis, but instead how I wish people would respond to them. It’s a little disheartening to say the least to feel embarrassed or stupid for something that (no matter how much anyone insists) I have no control over. I wish that everyone was a little more sensitive to people with mental health problems, regardless of how much or little they may know about them. Like any other illness, recovery is a process. Firstly, I had to realise what was going on with me before I could then start figuring out what it meant, and by doing that I could eventually learn to cope with it. Coping in itself is a whole other process because some things that help one person may be of no use to others, just like treatments for other illnesses.

Being told to “stop worrying over nothing” is one of those things that makes me, and I’m sure so many others, feel two feet tall. Trust me, if it was as easy as just stopping then I would have done it years ago! I completely understand when I’m in a more positive state of mind that some of the things that upset or worry me may seem insignificant to others because they often do to me, too. However, the reality is that in my mind at that time it’s all I can think about. For someone like me who is usually so in control of every aspect of their life, it’s actually quite scary to be upset or panicking and not really be able to understand why. I used to think of myself as someone who had a really good understanding of their own emotions and unfortunately I’m unable to do that anymore.

It’s not a case of needing a “thicker skin”, being “oversensitive” or having to “man up”, and I wish so much that more people would realise that. I don’t want anybody to tiptoe around me, to give me sympathy or to be concerned about me, I just need them not to belittle me. When I’m having a really good day, I don’t want to think about having a bad one. I don’t want to be reminded that I was crying last week, or that I was being really antisocial the one before. I just want everyone around me to go on with their lives as they would otherwise, and if they really are concerned, to ask me how I’m feeling instead of telling me how they think I should be.

Looking back in this post and seeing the state of mind I was in when writing it makes me both sad and happy. Sad because I felt that way and so happy because I’m finally out of that headspace and truly feeling better than I have felt in years. It is so important to be patient and to not give up on yourself, no matter how much you want to, and sometimes it helps to talk to someone.

Keep going!!

17 thoughts on ““What are you even stressed about?”

  1. Sending good wishes and support your way! I feel like you do a lot and totally understand it. Do what makes you sparkle with joy, it does wonders for ourselves, even very simple things as walking and photographing a new place 😉

  2. Thank you for liking my short little blog. Sending you hugs, love and support – do what makes you feel good. Be good to yourself, you don’t owe anyone an explanation. Be around people who love you for you, understand you without you explaining yourself and who make you want to love them back. It’s hard but you’re not alone.

    The love of my life has gone through his darkest moments because of mental illness. Order, control, routine and quiet is necessary for someone like him. Sudden & unexpected changes continue to be difficult to cope with, although it is soooo much better now. For me, remaining calm and sane whenever “Dr Doom and his gang of evil whatchamcallits” visit, was incredibly challenging and frustrating.

    I know for a fact that telling someone like him to ‘be less sensitive’ or ‘to snap out of it’ – IS NOT IT. These struggles certainly impacted relationships, social life, health and etc., for many years. Without getting into the details, I just want to say that he has found ways to cope and is managing very well (without medication) – after 20 years of struggle. I have found a way to cope too, and we are each other’s best friends. We are happy, we also know that this condition will not go away but it is ok!

    1. Wow – thank you so much for sharing with me!!! I’m so glad to hear that things are now better for you both. My boyfriend has been my rock throughout the entirety of these awful few years and I am so grateful to him for that – I’m sure your partner feels the exact same way about you! All the best, Caitlin x

  3. Thanks for liking my blog. I’m moved by this post. I worked hard to get to a top uni, but failed the first year and had to leave. To the dismay of my family I didn’t persist with the struggle to get back in but took the extra year I needed, obtaining a vocational degree on more of a 9-5 basis at a lesser institution. I bumbled into the world of work still lacking direction but fell on my feet in so many ways, largely just because my lack of direction and focus actually gifted me the freedom to take opportunities. I ended up travelling widely and (stage whisper..) other people paid!
    Now in my sixth decade I realise that none of the best things that happened to me had much at all to do with my tertiary education. Degrees are extremely useful as gig tickets, the more you have, the more gigs or perhaps more accurately clubs you gain admittance to. But they’re not the be all and end all. Having said that, I went on in later life to get three more! I did an OU degree just out of interest, this led to a career change. An MSc fell out of the new job, then one day a chap sidled up to me in the office and said ‘psst, fancy a PhD? It’s all paid for…’. ‘Oh, alright’ I said. This was in my 40’s.
    Anyway sorry to blurt on. Your skin is your friend and protector, it’s telling you important stuff. Also there’s a lot of truth in this old chestnut: if you’re not wasting your youth, you’re wasting your youth 😉

    1. Thank you so much for that Andrew. I wrote this blog a little while ago and actually feel a ton better than I did at the time and am beginning to realise that a degree at a top uni really is not the be all and end all, and that I’ll get there eventually in one way or another. If I’m ever feeling a little lost I’ll read your comment as a reminder! Thanks again.

  4. Hopefully the destigmatisation of discussing mental health is helping us all. My brother did a law degree at Cambridge. He was so stressed by his final exam, that he collapsed en route and was rushed to hospital.
    There is nothing wrong with feeling stressed and at least you dealing with it positively. Take your time 🙂

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