I am a 28 year old female and over the last 3 years I've been struggling with anxiety and depression. Frankly, it's probably been longer and I just never acknowledged it. It started with lower mood and lower energy and gradually got worse and worse until I was having panic attacks nearly every day that would last 3-5 hours easily, generally while at work, or thinking of work. Obviously that made it hard to do my job and I took a leave of absence. It's been 4 months and my panic attacks are fewer and further apart. Except when I think about going back to work and then I get terrified.
I am a high acheiver and have always been a bit of a workaholic. My performance has always been really good, I exceeded every one of my performance goals on my last performance evaluation, which is unusual at my company. I am not worried about my ability to perform the job functions. I am also not worried about backlash from having been gone for a few months.
I am currently taking bupropion and sertraline and undergoing CBT. All that to say, I still don't think I can go back to work.
When I talk with my psychologist, it all makes sense. I have to change my perspective, I shouldn't let my anxiety control me, I should take time for myself, etc etc. And I absolutely agree. But I literally can't. I feel like there's the me who understands these things, and there's my mind that I just can't control, no matter how hard I try. I feel like I have to fight a fight I can't win. Go on to the next battle, even though I can't win the war.
I can't seem to get the point across that it's not that I don't want to go back. I'm not just avoiding it, I literally can't. My mind won't let me. It's kinda like if someone told you to eat a bucket of worms. You'd be like, ew, that's disgusting why would I do that? Because you have to. But I don't want to. I'll pay you. Nothing in this world would make me want to do that. You have to, that's just the world we live in. I have a phobia of worms and I know that I just can't do it.
So, yes I certainly have some anxiety and depression. But is it more than that? My husband thinks I might have a form of OCD, but I see myself as more of a perfectionist than anything. I certainly wouldn't shy away from calling myself obsessive or compulsive, but I don't have rituals or anything like that, I just like things a certain way. Social anxiety, but I consider myself more introverted, private and reclusive than anxious in social situations. Agoraphobic, but I don't get the same feelings of dread when running errands or other public outings (though big crowds certainly make me uncomfortable.) Ergophobia? OCPD?
How do I fight it when I can't fight it?