I thought I'd write about love since Valentine's Day is this week. Specifically, I want to write about how being loved has helped me with my anxiety. A bit of a love letter to my husband, actually.
It can't be easy to live with someone who has anxiety disorder. The panic attacks, the sense of doom, the phobias. It must all be hard to understand for someone without anxiety disorder. They even seem irrational to me, so I can't imagine how irrational they must seem to my husband. But, in spite of that, he's always ready to offer support. He's always available to listen or just pat my back. He never tries to tell me that it's all in my head, or that I need to get over it. He talks to me, asks me if I'm using my tools for managing panic, and even gets out a list I once gave him of things that help me when I have a panic attack. He's never once complained about the cost of therapy or trips to the ER when I was sure I was going to die. He's been to doctors and ER's with me and comforted me. He knows the situations that trigger my anxiety and helps me through them. He supports my decisions about my treatment. And, most importantly, when I have a tough time, he reminds me that I'll get through it and that he'll be there with me. He reminds me that we're in this together.
Love is a powerful tool for helping with anxiety. I'm thankful that I have my husband's love.
I just love you and Earl Gene!
ReplyDeleteThank you! Having friends who love me is a big help, too. XO
ReplyDeleteAww, this was lovely! I am blessed to have two wonderful friends that do the same and are excellent at talking me down. One of them even got really brave and came to visit me in the hospital. I am so grateful for them! Love conquers all!!
ReplyDeleteSo glad you enjoyed it! And, also glad you have loving, supportive friends.
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