Becoming Shawny 

The last six months have been a great journey of self discovery.

I had become so lost, my anxiety was taking over my body, I had no control.

Everyday was a flurry of being so upset that my life was flashing before my eyes, but being too anxious to change any part of my routine. Leaving the house held the fear of the unknown, but staying at home was a wasted day.

Each day was long and tear filled. I felt consumed by anxiety, as if there was no way I could ever just be Shawny again.

With the guidance from my better half I managed to seek the care I needed to start feeling better. While I had previously refused taking anxiety tablets, I knew this was the point that I needed the extra help.

Visiting the doctors and asking for help seemed like the biggest hurdle I’d need to face, but more was to follow. It took me a week or so after filling the prescription to begin taking the tablets. My anxiety was preventing me from taking these new anxiety tablets. I really wish anxiety came with a handbook, because it really likes to throw curveballs  out of the blue.

The first several weeks of the tablets were terrible! My mood swings were uncontrollable, I would be happy one minute then be inconsolably crying, then distressed and confused. To top it off my body was overthrown by non-stop nausea!

Eventually these nasty side effects wore off, which was when I began questioning if the tablets had even been helping. I thought that perhaps I had just gotten better and my anxiety was under control and I no longer needed medication. The box of medication advised to not stop the tablets suddenly without recommendation from the doctor.

Naturally I stopped the meds suddenly without the doctor’s approval. Turns out that I hadn’t gotten better at all and it was in fact the anti-anxiety tablets that had made me much more level-headed. Safe to say that battling through the side effects twice was far less than ideal.

Through the process of becoming medicated for my anxiety I thought I was losing who I was, luckily as it turns out it has been the best self discovery. There were days that I thought I felt numb, but I wasn’t numb at all, I just was no longer afraid of living. I could now walk out to my car late at night and not fear for my life. No more questioning whether or not there was a masked murderer lurking in the shadows, or if I would trip and seriously injure myself only to be found weeks later. The medication gave me my life back.

If someone had told me that 6 months ago I’d need to dye my hair brown and get a new job to help fix my anxiety I’d have laughed at the very idea of it. My job at the pharmacy and blonde hair had become a huge part of who I thought I was.

Upon confirming my first ever job interview, those close to me began fearing for my anxiety. Even though I was taking the medication and becoming fiercely independent, this could have been the unmaking of all the hard work.

I to was fearful so went deeply into denial. No one knew that I was going for this interview, besides my immediate support network. Even after I had accepted the job offer I kept the news to my self.

Leaving my safe place of 6 years made me sad, but not anxious. Starting the new job I was overwhelmed with excitement rather than fear. And luckily I have been kept to busy learning my new role to even let my anxiety get a look in. While my hands like to shake with each new customer, my confidence is slowly but surely building.

I can honestly say that the only thing that has made me as happy as this huge life change, is all the support I have received. Everybody’s faith in me gave me enough courage to put my anxiety to rest for now. I am sure it will rare its ugly head again in the future, but for now I can happily say I am 11 days panic attack free!!

I am Shawny, I have anxiety but it no longer defines me. 

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I have a problem. 

For some people this statement won’t come as a surprise.

I am addicted to food..

It seems like such a silly thing, but my life revolves around food. I need to know at what specific times I’ll be eating, whether I’ll be involved in preparing the food, and what the food I am going to be consuming is. These are the very first thoughts that cross my mind upon waking up. There have been more occasions than I can count, where I have gotten angry with my boyfriend, as he doesn’t often know what we are going to have for dinner that night as soon as he wakes up. We now just tend to have whatever I feel like for dinner. Keeps it simple.

I often tell people that I gain weight just from looking at food. But the truth is, I gain weight from consuming copious amounts of both healthy and unhealthy foods. If there is food in front of me I struggle to stop eating. Fish and chips for example, if I am left with the bag of chips, I will eat them until Pearse takes the packet away and throws it outside.

It’s not always just sweet treats or fatty foods that I binge on. Sometimes it can be something as silly as a bag of nuts, a bowl of peas and corn, or a pot of mashed potato. All things that would be considered healthy when consumed in small quantities. When it comes to portions I have no control.

This past year I have put on just over 25kgs, yet most people I talk to about wanting to loose weight shut down the idea. I am no longer within a healthy weight range. Even though BMI’s are a inaccurate measure of health, I still fall in the overweight catergory. If I was to go to the doctors, pharmacy or family planning to get an emergency contraceptive pill, they would all get me to stand on a set of scales, note down my weight and then proceed to tell me that the chances of the pill even working are greatly reduced because of my body weight. This isn’t healthy, I’m not healthy.

Obviously visually I can see the weight has stacked on, but I can also feel it. The weight gain was gradual, so were the symptoms. I didn’t listen to my body. Instead of eating smaller quantities of healthy foods to treat heart burn, I got the doctors to prescribe omeprazole. My breathing has been particularly hard this winter, instead of working hard to get fitter, I was prescribed an inhaler.

From the outside perspective it may not look as though I’ve gained as much weight as I have. However I am not making this up, I’m not looking for sympathy, I’m looking for support. I’m needing to be held accountable. I don’t want people comforting me and saying that eating a block of chocolate a day for over a year is acceptable. IT IS NOT ACCEPTABLE. I know that I am responsible for the journey of weight loss. But I do not want anybody sugar coating my weight gain anymore. This is me admitting that I have a problem with food and documenting the process of getting through it!

Ps. New year, new blog! Big changes are ahead. Watch this space for updates!