I have written a few responses but have not started a discussion. I thought I would spill my guts and tell my story, but something has come up.
During this past winter, I worked full-time, taught 2 college courses, lost my father to a short unsuspected bout of cancer and had a hectic tax prep season. One night laying in bed, I had a bad anxiety/panic attack. I felt so disorganized and out of control. The walls were crashing down. I thought I was going to cry. I felt so infantile; like I don't know anything. I know I am not stupid, but I find that i am always questioning myself.
I hate my full-time job and have been looking, but I can't travel and typically I find I make too much money at this job; others don't want to pay that much for the lack of experience I have. There is a certain comfort where I am, because I have been here so long. I can do the job ok and get through it. Although business has been bad the past few years so there is no guarantee.
I just interviewed for a new job. It went well, I think I gave the right answers and discussion. I know if I get this new job, it will be the same old thing. I will get stupid and infantile. I will ask stupid questions that I know I know the answer, but won't be able to think of it. I know I will make stupid mistakes either in written reports or mistyping numbers. something in my profession (cpa/accountant/consultnat) I can't afford to do.
I did talk to my internest about over-the-counter antidepressants. He recommended counseling. G-d, I don't want to go. I don't want to tell my family. I had tried so many times in the past to talk to my wife, but she says it is all in my head and she can't help. Then when I don't talk to her, she gets on my about not opening up. I feel when I do tell her stuff it empoweres her, and weakens me.
I have had anxiety for as long as I can remember. I know it is a byproduct of my father and not being able to do what is right.
I feel so weak when I tell my tale. Every phych professional I have seen, tells me it is not my fault and that if I could get through it on my own I would have been able to.
Why can't we just talk our way out of this mess? I have really turned toward G-d in the past few years. But the more I do, the more roadblocks