Thursday, January 22, 2015

"You're not having a heart attack."

Okay I want to address a very large personality flaw of mine, not for condolences or advice, but to mainly get it all out there and hopefully someone reading this will feel less crazy after doing so.
I am a hypochondriac. Probably the worst one I know.  For those of you who do not understand this term, it is easier explained as "health anxiety."
I know exactly when I became a hypochondriac actually.  I was a normal, careless, happy child until one day I passed out while serving in Catholic mass in the fifth grade.  I'm not sure what triggered the fear, because I had passed out before that incident and it didn't scare me.  However, after that happened I was basically unable to attend mass without feeling like I was going to pass out.  I danced all my life and performed in front of people every year but after my fifth grade year I developed this awful case of stage fright, making me think I was going to faint on stage.  It started out as a severe irrational fear of fainting, until a month or so later we read, The Hatchet in class.
If anyone has read The Hatchet, you know that in the beginning of the novel, an airline pilot has a heart attack and crashes his plane in some unknown territory, setting up the plot of the story.  When we read that chapter aloud in class, we also talked about the symptoms and signs of having a heart attack.  Literally every night of my fifth grade year after we read The Hatchet I gave myself heartburn from worrying that I was going to have a heart attack.  Then the heartburn made my fear so indescribably horrifying that I couldn't sleep!  I'm sure I about drove my mother nuts waking her up at night thinking I was dying.  She'd just give me Tums and tell me to relax and eventually the heartburn went away and I'd get over it..until the next night.
In my health class that year, we had to write 2 papers over diseases or disorders, but if I thought about a disease for over a minute, I automatically had it so I bent the rules and wrote my papers over dry skin and chapped lips.  I'm not sure how I got away with that.
Another thing I remember is watching something on television about a schizophrenic and then forever being afraid that I would go crazy.
In the sixth grade, we read a book about a blind person and then I was terrified that I was going to lose my sight.
In the seventh grade, a girl in my town became paralyzed from some sort of disorder and then I feared that I would one day wake up and not be able to move.
My sophomore year, a friend of mine told me her dad got in a wreck with another woman who had a seizure while driving on the highway. Aaaaaand guess who was afraid to drive on highways until last year?
The worst part is, I still fear that the same things are going to happen to me! I STILL have fits of fear when I get chest pains or something goes numb.  I also have a problem with searching illnesses on webMD, thinking it would make me feel better, but it always makes me feel MORE like I'm dying.
Another thing is that I always know I'm just being anxious, and even if I tell myself "Zoë, you're fine" a million times a minute, I still think I'm dying!
I have to message my sister or best friend usually every time I freak out just to have them tell me, "You're not having a heart attack/stroke" and distract me from my thoughts to get over it.
I'm going to be honest, even typing about these things is giving me anxiety.  I know that my sister has this problem and I think my uncle as well, though I'm not sure how severe.  I wonder if this is something hereditary and it was bound to happen, or if the whole thing was triggered by fainting one morning because I didn't eat breakfast.
If it's not hereditary, I REALLY regret not eating breakfast.
However, there's nothing I can do now except try to freak out less (which I really have improved a lot since the fifth grade).  I hope the other hypochondriacs out there got a laugh out of this because you know you're just as ridiculously obsessed with your health as me and you can't help it.

Here's a clip from the film The Switch with Jason Bateman and Jennifer Aniston that I found particularly humorous concerning hypochondria.




Sunday, January 11, 2015

"Will you regret not buying this?"

During my two-and-a-half week long Christmas break, I traveled to Switzerland, London and Dublin with my boyfriend.  To my surprise, I ended up spending ALL of the money I had saved for living this semester in Aix.  I came home with 71 USD, having left with 850 USD.  That means I spent almost 800 bucks in 2 weeks.  I couldn't figure out what I spent all of my money on because most all of my food was paid for and all of our planned activities were bought ahead of time.  I was severely confused until I was talking to one of my friends here in Aix about it and she asked me, "Did you buy a lot of souvenirs?" No..I really didn't buy many souvenirs. Then it hit me. The reason why I returned to France with an overstuffed suitcase and an empty wallet - Shopping.
When we were in Dublin, both of us got pretty sick and couldn't do much and we wound up on the shopping strip two days in a row.   Naturally I went a little bezerk...I mean there was a two-story TopShop that was connected to a Mango, next door to a two-story H&M and River Island.  It's impossible for me to talk myself out that kind of situation.  
And that's what I'm focusing this blog entry around.  While I was knee deep in piles of unorganized, 50% off clothing in TopShop, I overheard a couple of girls trying to "talk themselves out" of their future purchases.  It made me crack a smile because of how truly often we say the same old phrases to each other (or to ourselves) while contemplating in a shopping center.  The conversation went as follows:
"Do you REALLY need another pair of shoes?"
"Well..no I don't NEED them, but I don't have any in this color."
"Do you have room for more shoes in your closet?"
"No..but I can make room."
"Will you regret not buying these shoes?"
"They're half off!"
"In that case you might as well buy them!"
"You're right these are a good deal...lets go look at the dresses."
And the same thing repeats itself ten minutes later when something else catches your eye.
The girls conversing were humorous to me because I had literally just asked myself the same questions about a long sleeve romper I'd found (which by the way, I bought).  I have come to the conclusion that this thought process of trying to talk yourself out of buying something is actually more like a ritual to make yourself feel better for spending money on something you don't need.  Why do we even kid ourselves?  I know I'm not only speaking for myself when I say that when I enter a store I'm absolutely there to buy something.  What's the point of shopping if you don't leave with new clothes? That would just be a torturous waste of time.  So quit fooling yourself.  Asking those same questions again will not change your mind.  
I know I'm obviously the pot calling the kettle black, but if you honestly don't want to spend money, don't go shopping where the mannequins and the advertisements tempt you to spend money.  It's that simple.  It's silly to think we have to reassure ourselves that buying something for ourselves is not a bad thing to do.  We deserve a little something every once in a while!
Personally, I probably don't deserve new clothes anymore but..what can ya do.  An addiction is an addiction. 


Monday, January 5, 2015

Another chance to get it right

As I believe I've mentioned in previous New Year's blog posts, resolutions are just cliché ideas that people get in their heads to make them feel better about themselves for the first 3 weeks of the new year.
However.
I have had the same resolution every year since the 8th grade and I think it's time to actually put it in motion.
What is this resolution in which I so badly have needed to achieve for 7 years?
TO GO TO THE GYM.


L O L NO. Never. Just kidding,

It's also not to eat healthy or to read more.  It's much more difficult.

You see, I have this problem of focusing on negative things.  My life can be seemingly perfect and yet I find reasons to be upset. I'm a pessimist, I said it.  "Being positive" is way harder than it sounds.  I can't just wake up and decide to ignore the negative stuff.  I'd need some of Lisa Simpson's smiley face pills to achieve that.
If anyone has any ideas or methods that work....please share. And help me look on the bright side of life.