After six months of managing my new job and adjusting to life with my husband, I thought I had everything under control. But out of nowhere, anxiety hit me harder than ever before.
It all started with a simple throat pain. I thought maybe it was just from dehydration or something minor, so I drank some water, hoping it would go away. But then came the body aches, which I figured were just from stress or exhaustion. I pushed through it, but things quickly took a turn.
At work, I suddenly had a terrible headache. One of my colleagues kindly gave me some Panadol, and I fell asleep in the office, hoping to feel better when I woke up. When I got home, I ate and went straight to bed, but something wasn't right. A few hours later, I started shivering uncontrollably. I couldn't get up. I texted my husband, thinking it was just a fever, but I felt so weak, I could barely move.
Despite feeling terrible, I still tried to clean the house, but by the time I finished, I couldn't even take a shower. I collapsed on the sofa, waiting for my husband to come back home. When he saw me, he was immediately worried. I had a high fever and was shaking uncontrollably.
He helped me get ready to go to the clinic. At the doctor’s office, they took my blood pressure and performed some tests. The doctor said my heart rate was fast, likely due to the fever, but couldn't pinpoint what exactly was causing it. They did a blood test and everything came back fine. The doctor even asked if I could be pregnant, but the test came back negative. They gave me an antibiotic injection, hoping it would help with the symptoms, but I still couldn’t eat. All I could do was sleep.
The next day, my husband took leave to stay home with me, but I still couldn’t eat. I was stuck in a cycle of illness and worry, constantly thinking about work and what would happen next. After a week of being sick, I began to feel a heavy weight in my chest, like something wasn’t right. My body was shaking, and I felt terrified. The anxiety was overwhelming. I started to cry, unsure of how to deal with it.
I couldn’t even drive myself to work, so a friend kindly offered to help. I didn’t tell my parents about any of this; I didn’t want them to worry. I went back to my hometown for a few days, hoping some prayer and rest would help clear my mind. And slowly, things started to get better.
The next day, I felt like myself again. I cooked, I cleaned, and I felt like the weight had lifted. The anxiety symptoms seemed to fade away, and for the first time in a while, I felt truly happy again. I realized that, even though anxiety may hit hard, there are ways to get through it, and I wasn’t alone in my struggles.
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