It's not worry, it's anxiety and it's not nice and only gets worse and can lead to other conditions.
One word... Citalopram.
They are not anti depressants or mind benders, they are gentle and take a while to work.
They put you in a better happier place but they only take the edge off, you still have some of the symptoms but you are able to handle it better.
After a while you just think hey, this is alright I am not waking up worrying about this and not falling asleep at night worrying that.
I would never go on strong anti depressants which can be addictive, Citalopram are not.
Ask your GP if you want to give them a try.
I worry about my longevity.
Knowing my luck I've still got decades ahead of me.
I was really struggling a couple of years ago. Despised my job, six year relationship had ended, personal life was a mess blah blah blah and I thought about going to my GP to get myself on some sort of....something. In the end though I went for therapy.
Found myself a humanistic counsellor and for seven months, every Saturday morning, I went and sat in a room with a bloke who just let me talk and talk and talk and cry and shout and talk some more. I've never experienced anything like it and I came out of that, with his help, with some decent tools and strategies to combat anxiety and whatnot. Per my post on the first page this is the first time since then I've really struggled.
I know a bunch of people using citalopram, family members included, and I'm not knocking that choice at all but my default recommendation for people struggling with anxiety is therapy of some sort. Of course it can quite expensive which is absolutely a barrier.
Only thing I genuinely worry about is my kids, their health and safety.
I was honestly going to add on to the end of my post about therapy/counselling.
Mrs Chopper is a qualified councillor but does not practise at the moment.
Because of this she also pushed me down the therapy route and it really does help if you get a good one.
To take the pills and have a good old chat and get it off your chest works a treat.
And then I go on the match day thread and I'm back to square one.
Believe me nobody is more wee-wee'd off at that thought than me.Now there’s a real worry Stat..... The thought of you posting your inane drivel on here for another 30 years.
And a fine job working from home, you’re clearly doing
Oh cool, funnily enough my other half is about to start work as an assistant psychologist.
You’ve always been ‘too cool for schule’ though HT
To be fair I don’t have children. And my extended family is the wife and just my brother and father. They’re all okay. All the while they are, so am I. And I certainly don’t worry about the Albion.
As I hurtle through my 50’s I’ve taken to worrying about everything that’s out there. I’ve never been a worrier but now every morning its like I’m presented with a mental list of things from getting our roof sorted to financing next years holiday to whether we continue with a back three against Spurs.
I mentioned the financial bit to my wife who said , “Stop worrying about money you could be dead next year”
Now that really made me stop worrying.
If you don't worry about The Albion then you are not a worrier at all and you will be fine.
It's the litmus test.
At the ripe old age of 49 I find I worry less but moan more.
I'm @48 and with you . . . don't give a shit but groan and gripe, I seem to havve an ever decreasingly tolerance of ****wittery, as opposed to just laughing it off.
I'm @48 and with you . . . don't give a shit but groan and gripe, I seem to havve an ever decreasingly tolerance of ****wittery, as opposed to just laughing it off.