I think of all my things, this is the most important one I need to achieve right now. My paranoia makes me feel incredibly pathetic.
Last year it pushed me to the edge. I noticed that I had a peculiar ear infection. I sort of passed it off and tried telling myself it was nothing, but a month later I also noticed that my lymph nodes on my neck were swollen. I began to panic, thinking that I had cancer or something. So I went to the doctor, thinking that it might help, but it didn’t, at all. They had no idea what was wrong with me. They had never seen anything at all like what was going on behind my ears, and claimed that I was a “medical mystery.”
Now anyone who is paranoid can understand how hearing that might freak me out a bit. Even though they assured me that I was not dying, I could not get through the night without having panic attacks. I had numerous blood tests, but they never figured out exactly what was “wrong with me.” To add to all that, because of my stress, paranoia, and anxiety, I started to lose my hair. I had a few small bald spots on my head!
I think I might have Cotards syndrome as well. That is when you think you are dead. Sometimes I have dreams that I am dying of an illness or something, and I wake up in the middle of the night and think I am dead. It’s just for a split second, but for that one moment in time, my paranoia makes me think I am actually dead.
I worry about everything. If I am in a car or a plane, I am afraid I might crash. I don’t go on rollercoasters. I don’t take any risks. I DON’T LIVE MY LIFE. I don’t want to be afraid anymore.