How Exposure Therapy Helped My Agoraphobia

How Exposure Therapy Helped My Agoraphobia
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My story wasn't like how you see it in movies. I didn't step one foot outside my door and immediately fall to the ground sobbing. I had stopped working and was having trouble finding a new job. I was alone at home all day and had some chronic health problems that were causing me to become physically weak. My family life was in disarray. Slowly, I withdrew more and stopped going out as much. Job searching was drudgery and I started to question my job skills. I stopped calling any of my friends back. It was very sneaky. My husband and I tried for years to have a baby, and the pain of infertility just pushed me further into a black hole of despair. Eventually, I had my first panic attack when out at brunch and that triggered more panic and anxiety.

Before the panic attacks, I was a very independent person. I traveled cross country regularly by myself, worked, excelled in graduate school, and the list goes on. When panic struck, it was very hard for me to get out and do anything on my own. I was scared to be alone. I was paralyzed at the thought that "something" could happen to me when out in public. This "something" could be as minor as embarrassing myself by tripping over a pebble on the sidewalk or as serious as passing out or having a medical emergency. Would anyone help me? Would they laugh at me? Would I get hurt? Would I die? Yes, it sounds extreme. But all of these thoughts spiraled out of control and would play like an endless loop in my mind.

I went on Paxil for about a year and a half and then went off because I was trying to get pregnant. I tried beta blockers and Klonopin prescribed by my GP for situational anxiety, but none of them were long term solutions for me. I pieced together advice and articles I read online. In the midst of my research, I read about agoraphobia, and was pretty sure I had it, but was terrified of what that meant. I didn't know anyone who suffered from it. I wanted to distance myself from this disorder which seemed shameful and weird. I didn't really know how to help myself or what to do about it. I knew I had to start pushing myself to get out. I feared I could end up divorced, alone, perpetually unemployed, and unable to take care of myself.

I started off by walking my dogs down the block. We lived in a busy part of the city, and there were noisy, bustling streets with lots of pedestrians and stimuli surrounding us on all sides. Walking down the block was so mentally exhausting it would take me days to recover. When I felt strong again, I walked my dogs around the block. I didn't force matters or put myself on a strict schedule.

The process involved baby steps; a lot of two steps forward one step back. There were days when I pretty much gave up, and did nothing all day. I would wake up with a "to do" list feeling motivated and ready to get back out in the world. Then the hours would somehow slip by, and I recall showering with the setting sun around 6-7pm. Those were hard days, but I continued to push forward.

While I often felt discouraged, what I didn't realize at the time, is that I had started down the road of exposure therapy. By walking my dogs down the block, I was slowly and purposely putting myself into situations that triggered my anxiety. I was facing my anxiety head on, breathing through it, and coming out a little stronger on the other side.

While I have been working on exposures since before I became a mom, motherhood has really been the impetus to push myself harder than I ever have. I look at my daughter, and I see this little person bursting with so much potential. I want to be an asset to my her, not something holding her back. My reason for getting better is my daughter. When my daughter was born, I was determined to find a mom support group/mommy and me infant class. I did some googling and found a class a few miles from our house. My daughter was seven weeks old, and I was so filled with anxiety I thought I would jump out of my skin. I was terrified of socializing (social anxiety), because I truly believed that I would have nothing to contribute to the group. (It turns out new moms have tons of stuff to talk about!) I was also terrified of driving with my newborn baby. The thought of going to this baby class completely paralyzed me. But, I told myself I would go once, and if I hated it, I didn't have to go back again. My mom was staying with us, and offered to drive us to class. That first class was so nerve wracking, and I'm pretty sure I was sweating like a pig, but I made it through.

From then on, it wasn't cake. I remember my mom drove us to the first month of classes, because the thought of driving on top of going to class was overwhelming. (Thank you, Mom. Truly.) Eventually, I found the courage to drive myself and even started meeting up with my mommy friends at parks and around town. Each time I was able to drive myself to a get together was a very important step toward independence and greater self-esteem. It was something I was doing on my own, and I didn't have to depend on anyone else.

I now know that the best thing I can do for myself is to keep getting back up no matter how many times I am knocked down. As cliche as it sounds, there is much to be said about never giving up. For me, exposure therapy has been about adopting a "never give up" attitude no matter how long it takes me to move forward. I know that with each repeated exposure, it opens up my world a teeny tiny bit more.

Last year, we moved to a new neighborhood, and I had to jump back into a world of discomfort: meeting new people, driving on new streets, and basically re-finding our community. It has been a lot harder than I thought it would be, but I take comfort in the fact that I have faced tougher challenges. I know I will get through it.

Last month, I took a family vacation to Hawaii. I am back out in the world again with some setbacks. I still have my bad moments, and occasionally, bad days. But I no longer attempt to get back to "my old self" or put myself down for what I used to accomplish. I am solely focused on continuing my exposures, being in the moment, and looking to what's ahead.

NOTE: I am not a physician nor mental health professional. I am simply someone living with Generalized Anxiety Disorder and panic. This is not medical advice. Please consult your doctor or therapist.

Carly lives in Los Angeles with her husband, young daughter, and dog. She writes about parenting after infertility, health and wellness, and basically whatever moves and inspires her. She is consistently five minutes late, rarely caught up on her laundry, and always pondering what this says about her. You can find more of her writing at The Less Than Domestic Goddess.

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