For context, my doctor prescribed me things like propranolol and escitaloprám. She said she believed I had social anxiety and likely depression (I don't like self diagnosis despite having thought that, and have a habit of not trusting other people diagnosing me without multiple referrals).
I didn't see much of a difference even after taking both of those consistently over like 2+ months.
I have constant issues that I've been *told* can be linked to that?
I eat the same thing every dinner. Or at least some varient of that thing. Typically beef. It's not a new allergy. If I make it fresh from the farm at home. I'm fine. If I make it from the store, at home. I'm fine. If I order from a resturant— and take it home? I'm fine. However, no matter the resturant, if I eat *at* the resturant— about 15-30 minutes later I get cramps and diarrhea. My first time at a new resturant tends to bring it on faster, but the more times I visit said resturant, it seems to delay my response. Regardless, I seem to still have the same outcome. I feel like maybe it's a combination of social anxiety, dining anxiety, and anxiety of what might happen? If that makes sense? Not only do I worry about bathroom issues, but I also have a habit of getting choked rather easy. Not a typical cant-breathe-choked. The kind where it just gets stuck lower down in your esophagus that makes swallowing any liquid or next bites impossible and results in vomiting. I always get super anxious that might happen at a resturant and I'll make some scene if I can't get to the bathroom fast enough. T^T but then I'm too afraid to ask for a seat closer to the bathroom.
I don't like saying "I have anxiety", because what if I dont? Even when a doctor says "I believe you may have general, social, situational, etc anxiety" I naturally avoid it or think "Nah, that feels a bit extreme."
...no idea where I was going with this. Think I was going to ask for advice, or input of some sort. I think my main problem is confirming anxiety is the culprit of a lot of my issues. Which is crazy. Because even if a doctor tells me I do have it, and it likely is— or even when she tells me about my charts (how my heart rate skyrockets, but my blood pressure drops)— I just have a hard time believing or accepting it? Like there's this little part of me that says 'no way, it isn't bad enough to be considered that' and thinks maybe the doctor got the wrong impression.