Living with Anxiety: Death Sentence or Revival?
When I had my anxiety attack, my first thought was that life as I knew it was over for me. I envisioned a life of misery in which all my dreams were shattered with no place for hope. I was devastated! At the height of my terror, I even pictured myself in a psychiatric ward, heavily sedated and lifeless. I was completely lost as to what to do about anxiety until I started educating myself about it and, more particularly, learning to keep a critical mind. I am even going as far as asserting that while knowledge is power, if not handled by a properly critical mind, it can be destructive. It is this critical mindness that I would like to introduce here.
Is Anxiety a Mental Illness?
I often struggled with the idea that living with anxiety could mean having a mental illness because to me it is unsettling to perceive something perennial like anxiety as uncommon. We do not label people who catch the common cold as…I don’t know “cold holders” because the cold virus is common and anyone can potentially catch it. The same rules apply to anxiety; it is common in our society (western societies) and anyone can potentially develop its symptoms. So why call it a mental illness? My answer is to make money.
Suffering from a mental illness is not a bad thing at all but the words “mental illness” carry with them a very powerful message of impending doom as if to say, ”Your life is over”. When we hear the words mentally ill we unwillingly conjure up images of zoombie-like individuals who are simply waiting to die or of erratic and dangerously unpredictable people. We are programed to feel that way about mental illness through education (yes in schools) and the media (google search mental illness in images), and thus despite our better jugment we cannot help but feel terror and hopelessness. While it is true that our society is more tolerant of mental illness, there still remains this stigma attached to it.
I am one of those people who do not believe in “mental illness” (the words, not the referent), I believe in “brain disorder” or “diseased brain” because that designation is synonymous of hope, and I believe in recovery and betterment. I know that the vernacular has indeed changed over the years as we do not often hear the words” mental illness” but there is one entity that still puts forth the message conveyed by the words mental illness solely for monetary gains, it is the pharmaceutical indutry.
Lets Put Some Colors in Our Life
Drug companies are what I call the “mercenaries of mental health”, they want to save us from a life of pain and suffering as long as it is profitable. The fledgling field of mental health is profitable because it is still fairly new (1930s) and it is constantly growing as new mental disorders are being identified. When a so-called disorder ( there seems to be more psychological disorders than actual cases) is given a name, the process that follows requires to establish a treatment protocol, which is also an opportunity to come up with a new drug.
When anxiety became a “mental illness” of its own right in the 1930s (thanks to Sigmund Freud), drug companies began a quest to create the most lucrative drug on the market. Anxiety soon turned into a money making machine because people desperately need to maintain a certain level of functioning, and so drug companies flooded our society with barbiturates, then tranquilizers and finally benzodiazepines. All three types of drug became a big seller at one point until it was replaced by the next generation of “antianxiety pills”, and yet none of them cures the individual from anxiety and all three carry the potential risk of physical dependance. The success of antianxiety pills is then undoubtedly due to very good marketing strategies. The use of powerful messages that lead you to believe that your life will be over if you do not take the pill, that with the pill you will be able to live your life as if nothing was ever changed, in short that you will be “normal ” again. I myself wanted to feel normal again and not be cast as suffering from a mental illness, and I was slowly coming around until my critical voice brought me back. “This cannot be it”, I interjected, “anxiety is not an abnormal thing to experience, it is not a mental illness but rather a symptom of a wounded brain”. I acted swiftly and immediately sought help. I needed to find ways to heal my brain in a way that was going to bring lasting results and make me strong enough to withstand stress in the future.
I do not condemn the use of antianxiety pills, I only want to emphasize that they ought to be used as a crutch until you regain some self-control and think clearly again. Unfortunately prescriptions for antianxiety pills are still on the rise with tranquilizers being the most prescribed drugs on the market. To me this is worrisome because it means that the generation to come will never learn to develop the necessary skills to control anxiety naturally. Instead they will turn their most terrifying fears into a reality by becoming subdued and zombie-like individuals under the influence of those drugs, which is what they wanted to avoid in the first place by taking pills. An interesting fact about tranquilizer that should send a chilling sensation down your spine is that the military is currently testing the use of tranquilizers as a potential weapon to subdue terrorists and other threatening individuals, that is how powerful thoses pills are.
We live in the age of anxiety, as is commonly said, so sooner or later you will experience some symptoms of anxiety but the outcome depends heavily on how it is handled at the beginning. You may choose to stick with the quick fix or you may go beyond that and decide that you want to get rid of it completely. I and countless others are living-proof that anxiety can be controlled for good through natural methods. Living with anxiety is not a death sentence, it is a revival because it forces you to rethink your life choices and to change your perceptions. Bring some colors into your life by considering other possibilities and other explanations for what is going on within you, and as you get closer to the truth you will be able to secure a “normal” life for yourself, or I should say a better life.
Epilogue
I would like to add that I do not condemn the pharmaceutical industry, quite contrary I am grateful for all their accomplishments in contributing to improve our life. However, I do condemn their insatiable greed and their use of the vulnerability of people whose mental health is jeopardized to make money. Thus I reiterate the importance of educating yourself in as wide a range of alternative options as possible. Keep an open mind
This is my true story living with anxiety drug free. I want to share with you my worst and my best moments, in the hope that it can help those of you who are struggling with anxiety. By the way, there is a happy ending.




