I’ll Pass On The Leftovers Of Anxiety


Trapped by Samantha Pugsley. Read more below.

by Kelly Suellentrop

A writer at heart, Kelly Suellentrop blogs at AreYouFinishedYet.com. Once a high school English teacher, she is now a married mom to two, amateur cake decorater and self-professed worst gardener on the planet. What she lacks in horticultural skills, she makes up in video production. You must check out her ode to the minivian, This Van Is Stacked.

This year at the Thanksgiving table, I ate just as much food as I always do. But I felt lighter. Maybe it was because this was the one year anniversary. The anniversary of the anxiety attack for which I am extremely grateful.

I can’t say for sure how long I have struggled with anxiety, because for most of that time, I didn’t know what it was. All I knew was something was wrong with me, something that seemed undiagnosable and invisible, yet felt as real and threatening as any known ailment I had ever had. It was hard to pin down because the symptoms weren’t constant or consistent. It was almost as if each part of my body took its turn going haywire, only to remedy itself just before I felt it was time to call the doctor. And then even when I did find myself in the doctor’s office, I was at a loss for words in describing what was wrong. Because EVERYTHING felt wrong, but not all at the same time. I felt embarrassed, especially at my young age, to rattle off my laundry list. Pick a problem, lady. Either that, or stop watching Dr. Oz. You’re not sick. You’re a hypochondriac.

Anxiety is a funny thing. You can’t see it on an X-ray or an MRI. There is no test for it. But when it gains enough power, it can make real, physical revolts happen in your body. It’s like this stealthy, silent, invisible coup. Every part of you is fighting with each other, but the guy that caused it all is nowhere to be found. So the more I was told nothing was wrong with me, the more I felt unjustified in my complaints or my pain or my exhaustion when they continued to persist.

Eventually, the attacks started. The full-blown anxiety attacks. They would assault me out of nowhere, and each time they happened, I thought I was dying…because each time, they were different from the one before. Sometimes I had pain in my head, neck, chest, or stomach. Sometimes I had numbness. Sometimes I had trouble breathing. Sometimes I got hot. Sometimes I got very cold. Sometimes I would shiver for up to thirty or forty minutes. Sometimes my heart would race. Sometimes it would pound. Every time I was scared sh*tless.

My internist was the first one to finally suggest I was having anxiety or panic attacks. She felt there was no other explanation and quickly wrote me a prescription for Zoloft. I took it, though I was timid in doing so. I am not one to simply pop pills, and I don’t like taking medication unless I absolutely have to. But I was desperate to stop the panic attacks, so I tried it. Except that it made me feel even worse, to the point where I didn’t feel safe being alone with my children. So I called my doctor and told her I wanted to stop the meds. I felt sure that now that I knew my problem was anxiety, I could put mind over matter. I could talk myself out if it. I mean, all of this was literally in my head, right?


The problem with anxiety is that all it needs is that tiny bit of stress you are holding onto, or any miniscule fear you harbor, and it uses that to manifest itself and rage inside of you. So the fact that I was trying to get the attacks under control but they weren’t getting better just ended up feeding more stress and fear into the equation. Do you see where I’m going with this? I was not in control of my body anymore.

The only person who ever knew I was having these attacks was my husband, who would wake up in the middle of the night when one would rouse me from a deep sleep, get me glasses of water, and help me slow my breathing. If I had one out in public or with friends or family, I was too embarrassed to tell anyone what was going on. I felt ashamed to bring attention to it. I remember being in a movie with my daughter and making her come to the bathroom with me because I thought I was going to die right there during “Tangled,” and I didn’t want to leave her alone in the theater while I went to get some air. For the most part, I think I played it off around others brilliantly. But by hiding it, I wasn’t helping myself. I was just feeding the monster.

I finally broached the subject with my OB-GYN during my yearly visit because the attacks were becoming a weekly occurrence. He is the one doctor I trust more than anyone, and somehow I was hoping he had a way to fix everything. Or that somehow he would find something wrong inside my body that was really causing all of this, something that had been lurking so deep that no one else had been able to find it. It sounds weird to wish for something to be wrong with you, but at least it would be tangible. At least it might be something where he could open me up, take it out, and all of this would be over. But he had the same answers for me. However, he understood my wariness to medicate, so he encouraged me to watch my diet and get a lot of exercise. And he told me to call him if that didn’t work, if I wanted to try another course of action.

I tried. Maybe not as hard as I could have, but I tried to do it on my own. I think by that point, I was too far gone. I didn’t really BELIEVE I could get better, and the constant fear and worry over when the next panic attack would occur became the norm. I wasn’t sure I could live with that.

My body wasn’t sure of it either.

So on Thanksgiving of 2012, my body sent me a message, loud and clear. I was getting ready for bed after a long day of good food and good family. As I drifted off to sleep, something triggered it. I don’t know what; usually I never did. It was one of the worst anxiety attacks I had ever had. It was so bad that I continued to have little “aftershocks” the next day, during Black Friday shopping. I had enough. I called my OB-GYN that following Monday and left a message. He returned my call as I sat in the elementary school parking lot, waiting to pick up my daughter.

There I was, in the middle of my daily, average life. A life that had somehow become too much for me to handle, despite all the blessings and ordinary comforts I enjoyed. A life that shouldn’t make anyone feel anxious or panicked. But it did.

“I think I need help.”

That’s all I had to say. I felt the tears coming hard and hot, as other mothers sat in their minivans and Suburbans around me, oblivious to this woman who was usually the go-with-the-flow type, the one who answered requests or apologies for mishaps with a quick “no worries.”

I remember the words that came through from the other end of the phone. “We need to get you feeling right, Kel. Because you don’t deserve to feel like this.”

He asked if I would let him prescribe me some medication, and he promised he would try something different from Zoloft…and that he would ease me into it slowly. All I could do was trust him.

And I’m glad I did. I started on Viibryd that very week. I had a few side effects at the beginning, but nothing worse than the anxiety attacks I was already having…and definitely not like the side effects I had with Zoloft. After a couple of weeks, things evened out. And slowly, I began to feel…centered. The attacks became fewer until they stopped altogether. After just over seven months on the medication, I felt like I could go it on my own again.

Obviously, everyone is different. For me, it seems like I needed that extra help from the medication just long enough to convince myself it really was the anxiety causing all those varied problems and symptoms. The irony is that my anxiety was making me doubt my anxiety was the actual culprit. I was able to see that once the medication got it under control, the attacks, the random ailments, the feeling that something was wrong inside my body, all went away. Now that I have been off of Viibryd for around 4 months, I still feel good. I have had a few anxiety attacks here and there when things get more stressful than usual, but somehow my body knows how to shut them down pretty quickly, because I’m confident in what they are now. And I know they can’t really hurt me unless I let them. Still, I have also come to terms with the fact that I will likely always be prone to anxiety, and the moment I underestimate its presence will be the moment it will overrun me once again.

Had that anxiety attack not happened last Thanksgiving, who knows how this past year would have gone. I probably would have eventually gotten help, but how much longer would I have waited? How many more moments in my life would have been overshadowed by the fear of a surprise attack? How many more times would my husband have to drag himself into work after sitting up with me during a non-life-threatening situation that felt life-threatening? How many more days would I have to live not feeling like I do today? Because today, I feel pretty good…maybe even really good.

Now, when I tell someone “no worries,” I almost always mean it.


Editor’s note: Thank you to Samantha Pugsley for allowing us to use her work, Trapped. Samantha is a fine art photographer based in Charlotte, NC. She uses photography to explore her own issues with Generalized Anxiety Disorder. “Since I started photography, mental health has been a huge inspiration for me. I have touched on issues such as anxiety, depression, and body dysmorphic disorder. My main goal in sharing my work is to inspire, encourage, and impart hope to others.” You can see more of Samantha’s work at https://www.flickr.com/photos/slpugsley/ and at Broken Light Collective, a collection of works by artists with mental illnesses, disorders and other issues.

24 responses to “I’ll Pass On The Leftovers Of Anxiety

    • It’s hard to admit out loud that you suffer from anxiety. For me, it signaled that I couldn’t handle things, and I didn’t want people to know that. So instead, we all walk around suffering with it in silence, which likely only contributes to the anxiety. Since all this has happened, I’ve come to realize just how common it is…especially among parents with young children.


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  2. Nice job, Kelly. I’m so, sooo glad you’re better. I’m glad you told your story because I know it’ll help others not feel so alone … great job 🙂 And again, so very happy you’re better—hugs!


  3. This is such a wonderful article. It’s a very honest, inspiring tale. I too struggle with anxiety and I think it can be easy to forget that we aren’t alone in our struggles. Thank you for sharing a bit of yourself with us.

    And thanks for featuring my photo 🙂


    • Samantha, your photo is so beautiful. When Janice sent me a few options to choose from, I gravitated to yours immediately because it encapsulated how I was feeling much of the time. I felt trapped, I felt something pulling at me from inside, but it was unidentifiable for so long. It was obvious it was taken by someone who had had similar experiences to me. Thank you so much for letting us use the photo.


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  5. What really struck me was when you said that the anxiety was tricking you into thinking that the anxiety wasn’t the real problem. Anxiety is a tricky bastard. Thanks for sharing your story.


    • Crazy, isn’t it. Every time a doctor would tell me I was perfectly healthy, but I still felt so crappy, I had a hard time believing anxiety could manifest itself so physically. So of course I then went all conspiracy theory, convincing myself I had one of those hard-to-detect diseases. I think we really underestimate what stress is capable of doing to our bodies.


  6. I too identify with so much you describe in this post. Anxiety attacks are some of the most terrifying ordeals I’ve ever been through because, like you said, at the moment you’re going through them, you truly believe that the world is ending. I am so glad you’re getting better, Kelly. Thank you so much for writing this.


    • Thanks. I told Janice that writing this piece was a bit like therapy for me. Like I said, I don’t like to tell too many people about my struggles with it (unless I’m making a joke about it), but it was kind of freeing to put this out into the world. For so long I didn’t understand how many people go through this…which is probably why I didn’t recognize it for what it was. Instead, I would wonder if I was having a heart attack, but somehow knew it wasn’t which made me embarrassed to get emergency help…but then I would make myself more anxious thinking, “What if I really AM having a heart attack this time.” Vicious, vicious cycle.


  7. Great post!! I feel the same way a lot of the time. It is nice to know we aren’t alone, but sometimes, I struggle with the medicate or don’t medicate dilemma too. Glad to hear that you are doing better! 🙂 xoxo -meredith


    • Medication isn’t something to jump into lightly, even though we have a pill for everything. And so many of these medications might treat what you’re suffering from, but cause a whole other set of problems. So I totally get it. There are a LOT of natural ways to combat anxiety. Exercise is huge one. Knowing how to talk yourself through attacks…calming mechanisms. I remember reading something once that you should literally yell STOP either out loud or in your head when you’re having an attack. I can’t say it worked for me, but everyone is different. If you do decide to medicate, have an honest conversation with your doctor about your wariness, and it might be a bit of trial and error to find the right meds for you. Viibryd worked for me because I started on a very small dosage and slowly worked my way up. But I also found that I didn’t need much. I started at 10mg, then bumped to 20mg. When I bumped to 40mg, it started triggering weird symptoms, so I called my doc and he suggested just staying on 20mg, as long as it was working for me…which it was. I also went into it with the intention on not staying on it for more than a year, because I didn’t want to form bad habits. I will admit I was a little worried that once I went off the meds, the anxiety would return. But I was really lucky. I weaned off slowly, had pretty much no side effects or withdrawal, and have felt good ever since.

      I’m obviously not a doctor, but you might want to check into Viibryd if you go that route. It’s a newer drug that overall seems to have less disturbing side effects than the traditional drugs used to treat anxiety like Zoloft or Prozac.

      I just realized this comment is almost as long as my post. I would have totally bored you at a dinner party.


  8. Excellent article Sis!! I wish I would have known what you were going through…not that I really could have helped, but somehow could have been there for you. So glad our awesome Doc was able to help you and that you are doing better. Love you!


    • I know you would have been. Looking back, it’s silly that I kept so much of it to myself. I think more than anything, since doctors kept telling me nothing was wrong, I just felt embarrassed to complain about it.


  9. This sounds like old timey depression. Get out of the house. Get a project. Get busy doing something constructive.. I am wearing a monitor for 48 hours; then thet will decide what kind of pace maker I need. I sure need something! I am getting progressively worse! Love. Elaine


    • Yes, Elaine, I think depression has a lot to do with it, but anxiety is a tricky beast. Your generation (sorry! That sounds so old-timey!) was much more matter of fact in dealing with things like depression and anxiety! And you are a very positive-thinking woman. I am so sorry you are needing the monitor but I know it will be a relief getting the help you need. Thanks for dropping in. I’m glad to hear from you and good to know you are taking care of yourself.


    • With two kids, I am out of the house all the time and always have projects going on. Sometimes TOO many, which leads to that overwhelming feeling that sometimes triggers anxiety attacks. But I think you do bring up a good point that doing things with purpose helps center you. Now that I’m off of the medication and have the anxiety under control, it is easier to keep myself in check with things like this. I just needed a little help in getting to this place. The things I struggled with are certainly not as dire as many health issues other go through, and I am thankful for that. Sending many healing thoughts your way!


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