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Okay, so to begin, I’m going to explain the title of my site, “noli timere.” In 2013, a famous Irish poet named Seamus Heaney, as he was being taken to the hospital, texted the Latin words to his wife right before he died. It means “don’t be afraid.” When it hit news, my dad called me and told me, and I liked what it stood for- he looked death in the face and knew he wasn’t going to make it, but he wasn’t scared. (SIDENOTE: if you know my dad, you know he gets very easily emotional, meaning he cries like a baby literally any time of day, and naturally, as we hung up, he chokes back tears and says “noli timere, Addie.” And I rolled my eyes and hung up. But I digress.) I spent most of my anxiety-ridden junior year looking for “the perfect quote.” I found a lot, but nothing I liked as much as noli timere. So it stuck. Eventually I want to get it tattooed, but my parents said I can’t get any more piercings or any type of body modifications until I am 25, or they won’t pay for school. And let’s be honest- I need them to pay for school.
It also is what got me through my first semester of college. I’ve always had extreme issues with anxiety, and I was really nervous about leaving the comfort of my home and my three fuzzy dogs and my mom and my baby sister who isn’t a baby anymore and my town and my friends and also actually having to work. But I moved in, and I was fine for about three weeks, and then the first “period” hit.
It was only for four days, but it was awful. I could not stop having panic attacks, I wasn’t eating, I wasn’t sleeping, and when I did I would wake up in a panic and call my dad to learn how to breathe again. I even had to leave class a couple of times- shout out to Professor Hudson for being really understanding. Eventually it passed, and I kept on going. Two weeks later was parent’s weekend, and for the whole three days I was a wreck. I couldn’t stop crying, and every time I thought about them leaving again my chest would get too tight and I couldn’t breathe, or even imagine making it through the 17 days until I would see my mom again. The time came, and it was worse.
The second period was excruciating. It was even shorter periods between the panic attacks, and none of my tools would work to calm me down. Two days into the week, my mom came back with new medicines, and the comfort that I desperately needed to get my life back together and also maybe eat food. My mom stayed for a week. She held me when I cried, which was every hour basically, calmed me down during the attacks, and helped me get back on my feet. After she left, I felt okay. Not good, but I was eating and sleeping and getting back to “normal.” When I saw her a week later for fall break, I’d never been that happy. I had made it. I was in the clear. Right?
Coming back was hard. I didn’t go home, but I had seen my cousins and gotten used to being with my mom again, and I was afraid I was going to spiral again. I was about the be in a play that I was excited about, but I was worried that when I had my free time back I would lose it. It was a rough week, but the show went up, my best friend came to see it, and it ended and I didn’t freaking die. Which was exciting.
I was diagnosed with a generalized anxiety disorder, a panic disorder and obsessive compulsive disorder. All of those things I could have told you, but it was so nice to finally have a diagnosis, that my shrink at home hadn’t told me at all. I didn’t feel crazy any more. I haven’t had a panic attack since October 29. Yeah, I know the date. All through the episodes, I was writing “noli timere” on my arm and ankle, planning my tattoo for when I’m 25. I asked my parents, but they unfortunately didn’t change their minds on the age. But it’s my thing. I have nothing else figured out, but I found my quote and it works for me.
At the end of the first extremely dark tunnel of my life, I thought I would write about it. This post didn’t go in depth as I wanted to, but I want to share my experiences, both good and bad, and my coping skills and whatnot, in hopes that they can help someone who needed them as much as I did. Also, it’s my website so I can put more in the next piece, so stay tuned!
Here ends the first post. Thanks for reading! I need to Google pictures of really cute hedgehogs now.