2 MONTHS JOURNEY
Two months ago, health anxiety took over my life.
Today, I finally feel hope again.
I’m writing this for anyone who is going through severe health anxiety right now and feels like they’ve lost themselves (espesially for bowel issues).
Two months ago, my life changed.Health anxiety slowly became the center of everything.I started monitoring my body constantly. Every sensation could become a threat. Every small change could send my mind searching for explanations. I would analyze symptoms, look for reassurance, feel better for a little while… and then find something new to worry about.
Eventually, I wasn't really living anymore.
I was watching myself live. Checking how I felt.
Checking my appetite. Checking my weight.
Checking physical sensations. Trying to predict how I would feel tomorrow. I just wanted certainty.
And health anxiety always had another “Yeah, but what if…?” waiting for me.
There were days when I genuinely couldn't imagine feeling normal again. I remembered the person I used to be — relaxed, spontaneous, enjoying ordinary things without analyzing them — and wondered where that person had gone.
I started escitalopram (Cipralex) and therapy.
And then came one of the hardest parts:
waiting.
I kept wondering whether the medication was working. I compared good days with bad days. If I felt better, I questioned whether it was real. If anxiety returned, I thought I was back at the beginning.
But recently, something has started changing.
Not in some dramatic movie moment where I woke up completely cured. It happened quietly.
I started having periods where I simply… forgot about anxiety.
I started listening to music again. Singing. Feeling genuinely hungry and enjoying food. Going out.
Working. Playing with my son and actually being there with him instead of being trapped inside my own thoughts. Laughing again.
Then a trigger would come and anxiety would return.
At first I thought that meant I wasn't recovering.
Now I'm starting to understand that recovery doesn't necessarily mean never feeling anxiety again.
Maybe recovery is feeling anxiety and discovering that I don't have to solve it. A trigger can happen. My brain can scream “What if?” I can feel uncomfortable.
And I can continue my day anyway.
Then, eventually, the wave passes.
I'm still not where I want to be. I still have difficult moments. I still seek reassurance sometimes. I still catch myself checking my body and trying to predict the future. But something is different now.
Life is starting to become bigger than the anxiety again.
There is music again.
There is food I actually want to eat.
There are moments of peace that don't feel forced.
There is work, laughter, going out, playing with my son.
There are moments when I suddenly realize:
“Wait… I haven't thought about my health for a while.”
And those moments are becoming more frequent.
Two months ago, I desperately wanted someone to tell me:
“You will never feel anxious about your health again.”
Now I think I'm learning something much more valuable:
I don't need that promise in order to live.
I don't need absolute certainty about my body.
I don't need to know how I'm going to feel tomorrow.
I don't have to solve every sensation.
And perhaps the biggest realization of all is this:
The old me wasn't gone.
He was still there underneath all that fear.
And little by little, I'm starting to meet him again.
So if you're reading this, searching Reddit for reassurance because you can't imagine ever feeling normal again, I won't give you another guarantee. I know now that guarantees are exactly what health anxiety keeps asking us to chase.
Instead, I'll tell you this:
Two months ago, I couldn't imagine writing a post like this.
Today I can.
I'm not finished.
But I'm moving.
And for the first time in a while, I'm genuinely excited to see where I go from here.