Morning Anxiety

[justabouttobedone]

I feel like something bad gonna happen, and I shake with akathisia every single morning. I feel like that if I get up from bed, I get hurt somehow. But if I don't get up and stay awake in bed, this time my akathisia get worse and worse every second. This cycle kills me every fucking morning and I don't know how to overcome this problem.
Is there any one have this curse every morning like me?

 

[21Neberg]

Though I don't go through the great pain you must go through every morning, I can relate to anxiety issues in general. I'm currently seeking help before I attempt to kill myself again - is that something you've considered? You don't want to feel this pain forever, so you might as well try to improve it.

 

[justabouttobedone]

Though I don't go through the great pain you must go through every morning, I can relate to anxiety issues in general. I'm currently seeking help before I attempt to kill myself again - is that something you've considered? You don't want to feel this pain forever, so you might as well try to improve it.

I tried to get help from therapists, medicines and nutrition supplements, nothing worked so far... But I am trying to improve it anyway by forceing myself to get up as early as possible and motivate myself to study afterwards. I hope that I will get rid of this from my life soon.

 

[Mybattle]

I have horrible morning anxiety to the point I wake up with burning skin. It is partially due to psych drugs. It is horrible, I have never been a morning person but I so miss the time were I just woke up and get ready for the day leave the house get in the car with no worries. Now when I open my eyes dread washes over me and I wish it was night again. Sorry you are dealing with this shit..

I do can tell you a very good book about anxiety which I WISHED i read before ever going to the doctor.

It is called "At last a life'' this book can cure anxiety

 

[Tomoe]

I have social anxiety and getting up to go to college and work everyday seems like a mission and a half. At college, I usually just attend my lectures and labs, if there's a break just sit in the library, don't really interact with people, and I really just look forward to getting home where I feel I belong.

Solutions? Not complete solutions, but little things have helped me change my perspective in getting out. I still feel it's hard but I kind of accepted it won't go away completely and that I'll have to fight it until it becomes easier. I do little things like, walking with my head up, looking around, taking different routes, stopping by different shops/places, sitting on the benches in the park and just take in the environment, try be excited for my lectures, fake a smile here and there.

I haven't really talked to anyone about it nor have I seen doctors mainly because I see progress. If I'm strongly committed to suicide, then at that point I will probably open up to someone.

Not sure we're in the exact same situation but I don't think it's completely different either :D

 

[WhiteRabbit]

I feel like something bad gonna happen, and I shake with akathisia every single morning. I feel like that if I get up from bed, I get hurt somehow. But if I don't get up and stay awake in bed, this time my akathisia get worse and worse every second. This cycle kills me every fucking morning and I don't know how to overcome this problem.
Is there any one have this curse every morning like me?

I find that more often than not these days I wake up out of breath and filled with dread.

 

[justabouttobedone]

I have social anxiety and getting up to go to college and work everyday seems like a mission and a half. At college, I usually just attend my lectures and labs, if there's a break just sit in the library, don't really interact with people, and I really just look forward to getting home where I feel I belong.

Solutions? Not complete solutions, but little things have helped me change my perspective in getting out. I still feel it's hard but I kind of accepted it won't go away completely and that I'll have to fight it until it becomes easier. I do little things like, walking with my head up, looking around, taking different routes, stopping by different shops/places, sitting on the benches in the park and just take in the environment, try be excited for my lectures, fake a smile here and there.

I haven't really talked to anyone about it nor have I seen doctors mainly because I see progress. If I'm strongly committed to suicide, then at that point I will probably open up to someone.

Not sure we're in the exact same situation but I don't think it's completely different either :D

I used to be in same situation with you, even worse. I started college two-three years ago. At first everything was okay, I was attending lactures and fallowing them carefully. Then my anxiety started to get worse for some reason. I started to sleep at lectures at first, then I started to skip because I couldn't even stay at class anymore. I was feeling like as if the walls of the classes were getting closer to each other and about to crush me. Then, I started to get help from meds, used tones of different types of them, they totally fucked up my mental health instead of helping me. I told my psychiatrist that the meds don't work for me and I'm about to commit suicide, she told me that it would be better to continue my treatment at psych ward. I stayed at that shit hole for two weeks and it didn't help me a bit. Then, three days later, I attempted suicide and failed. I had to cut my ties with college because I was not able to continue anymore. Nowadays, I am studying to enter a college again, trying to recover and open a new page in my life.

 

[Tomoe]

I used to be in same situation with you, even worse. I started college two-three years ago. At first everything was okay, I was attending lactures and fallowing them carefully. Then my anxiety started to get worse for some reason. I started to sleep at lectures at first, then I started to skip because I couldn't even stay at class anymore. I was feeling like as if the walls of the classes were getting closer to each other and about to crush me. Then, I started to get help from meds, used tones of different types of them, they totally fucked up my mental health instead of helping me. I told my psychiatrist that the meds don't work for me and I'm about to commit suicide, she told me that it would be better to continue my treatment at psych ward. I stayed at that shit hole for two weeks and it didn't help me a bit. Then, three days later, I attempted suicide and failed. I had to cut my ties with college because I was not able to continue anymore. Nowadays, I am studying to enter a college again, trying to recover and open a new page in my life.

Honestly, little incidents happen in my life and I lose my will to move on. You're a hell lot stronger than I am. For you to go through those experiences, which I honestly can't even comprehend, and still have the balls to restart is very praiseworthy.

Also, something that has helped me a lot is my old sister. In my personal life, I haven't told anyone that I'm suicidal and neither is it blatantly clear. But usually when I find it hard to do something or I complain about things in life, the general response of my family is "yeah, life is like that" or "just keep chugging through it" or they'd sort of just not entertain my discussion. But my sister, I don't know if she can feel that I'm suicidal (I don't think you'd be able to tell by looking at me or even talking to me) always seems to acknowledge my struggles and doesn't leave me or get fed up with me. I'm not sure if finding someone like this will help you as well, but the reason I even brought this up was the response of your psychiatrist. It kind of pissed me off, as if she was just like 'ok I'm done with you' kinda attitude. My sister ain't no fucking psychiatrist neither does she know I'm suicidal, but she's literally my pillar right now. Sorry if this seemed like a rant but reading that one line kinda pissed me off.

 

[justabouttobedone]

Honestly, little incidents happen in my life and I lose my will to move on. You're a hell lot stronger than I am. For you to go through those experiences, which I honestly can't even comprehend, and still have the balls to restart is very praiseworthy.

Also, something that has helped me a lot is my old sister. In my personal life, I haven't told anyone that I'm suicidal and neither is it blatantly clear. But usually when I find it hard to do something or I complain about things in life, the general response of my family is "yeah, life is like that" or "just keep chugging through it" or they'd sort of just not entertain my discussion. But my sister, I don't know if she can feel that I'm suicidal (I don't think you'd be able to tell by looking at me or even talking to me) always seems to acknowledge my struggles and doesn't leave me or get fed up with me. I'm not sure if finding someone like this will help you as well, but the reason I even brought this up was the response of your psychiatrist. It kind of pissed me off, as if she was just like 'ok I'm done with you' kinda attitude. My sister ain't no fucking psychiatrist neither does she know I'm suicidal, but she's literally my pillar right now. Sorry if this seemed like a rant but reading that one line kinda pissed me off.

I have a sister like yours. Actually, I have started to live with her after the suicide attempt. She wanted to keep an eye on me because she thought there was a chance of me attempting suicide again. She was right. I was more suicidal then ever and was planning to attempt again. She waited by my side while I was having seizures all night long. I don't know what would I have done without her... By the way, my psychiatrist also suggested me to get ect treatment but I and my family was afraid of getting the treatment because of its possible side effects, so I refused. She was the best psychiatrist I could ever find because we don't have enough money to afford better ones...