I am not a bitch, really, even though I seem like one (and act like one). I am really not.
For the longest time I thought I was just a crabby pain in the butt and very mean. But you know what? I am not.
So many people (family members included) told me I was just a mean person.
I was talking to my doctor about all of these symptoms I was having, headaches, irritability, actual nervousness, catastrophic thinking, etc-- guess what. I am not a bitch. I have anxiety. Anxiety can be managed. Anxiety makes life hard.
It can make the nicest person ever seem like the Wicked Witch.
Anxiety does not always manifest as panic attacks- it can take many forms. Food for thought- almost all people who have anxiety also have depression- though again the manifestation is not classic. (Thanks Dr. Grim for that info - what an unfortunate name for a psychologist, huh??)