Hello, I'm new to the forum. I have been looking for quite some time the entries of this forum as a way to reassurance myself that I have anxiety and not something worse.
So I've had problems with panic and thoughts and feelings since 2012, when I was 14. I had appendicitis and went under surgery. When I woke up from that surgery I was in complete panic, with feelings of being in a nightmare. Once they moved me into the patients room, I got a little bit better in regards of the panic, but when the night came down I had another panic attack. The following days at the hospital I was extremely anxious and at the same time really tired. When I told the nurses about my feelings, they said "you'll be fine, everything looks good on your system".
I got out of the hospital and everything seemed somewhat weird, like I was a little bit confused. I remember crying the day I got out of there, hugging my mother at my house. About 2 months went by with that weird feeling of being somewhat out of place. Then, one night, I got an horrendous panic attack in the safety of my parents bedroom, while I was playing videogames and listening to music. Since then I don't know what I have.
Then, after some time and living and coping with panic attacks, I had a weed brownie from the street. That was in 2019. I suffered a bad trip where I couldn't tell what was reality. I thought it was some kind of hell or inescapable nightmare. Ended up at the hospital and got some quetiapine. It was a sensation pretty similar of that at waking up from the surgery in 2012. I've been feeling really guilty about consuming that and had made my family resisting me that time.
Then, I had another great panic attack in 2020, in the safety of my house. It was before the pandemic, and was when I was alone in my big house, while my parents went to visit some relatives. That panic attack was different because I didn't consumed anything, neither had anesthesia or anything else. I tried to calm me down, thinking "I'm not gonna die", but it backfired, made my body more anxious, and made my brain thinking "ok, so if you're not going to die, then there must be something worst than dying. Maybe something like this" and I got the worst anxiety attack ever, to the point that the GP thought that I had major psychotic depression, while the psychiatrist didn't knew what I had.
So, I had psychotherapy for quite a while now, and this week my psychologist told me that I probably have some OCD traits in my personality. He told me that after I had an emergency meeting with him, after having quite a few panic attacks on last week, probably because of some nasty arguments I had with my mom. I applied some ACT therapy techniques and they have worked somewhat well. I get some heavy anxiety at some points, but at least I can have some feelings of calmness sometimes.
The thing is that one of my obsessions doesn't feel like an obsession. It's this feeling of dread that I sometimes get, the same feeling that I had in 2020. It is psychosis? It is something worse than psychosis? I've been trying to accept that, but it keeps coming back.
Anyway, thanks to everyone who reads this wall of text. I hope I can get better, I wouldn't wish this feeling on my worst enemies.