When you have a fear over something – be it general anxiety, agoraphobia, spiders or – in my case – being sick – you’re often given the advice “remember, you won’t die”.
On the surface it’s good advice, and very true. CBT (or my experience of it) focused on that a lot, and I can imagine most people who don’t experience such extreme fear see it as perfectly sensible advice which can really help. So I don’t begrudge those who tell me this; apart from those in the psychiatric profession, who should know better, because it’s all well and good saying “it won’t kill you”, but anyone living with fear knows that there’s absolutely nothing rational about the red-hot tangle of despair and terror.
But, I didn’t die. I stopped being sick once the anti-emetics kicked in, and I’ve been able to eat without feeling nauseous. I’m still scared of the idea of it starting again, and there’s a huge bruise on my hand from the IV, but I didn’t die. I’m okay.
Somehow, it always ends up okay. I don’t know how.
- Day 1 of Memoir Post (angiewebb.wordpress.com)
- Agoraphobia:When Fear Of A Panic Attack Takes Over (casapalmera.com)
- Meet Emesis, My Nemesis (momamorphosis.com)
- Emetophobia Struggles (whispersandwondersblog.wordpress.com)