I went to the dentist recently for my six-month checkup. I was anxious days before my appointment. My teeth are healthy, which is great, and I don’t go back until December. The visit reminded me of something I told the members of my Coping with Anxiety therapy group last year: suffering from an anxiety disorder feels like every day is a trip to the dentist.
One woman said she never thought of her anxiety this way. I was spot on, she said, and she wanted to share my analogy with all the non-anxious people in her life. I was happy to help her see her struggles in a new way. Group therapy has given me opportunities to share my experiences and offer advice. My therapist told me that other group members looked to me for wisdom and guidance. I appreciated his kind words.
Two weeks ago, I spent an hour at the dentist, paid my bill, made my next appointment, and drove home. When I’m super anxious, there is no home. I have no peace. Every day it’s the same drill: prepare for pain.