I've never had any issue of talking about it. The hard part is putting it into words that someone can relate to. Its something that is very misunderstood. But talking about and reminding myself how far I've come is good therapy (at least for me).
I remember one episode lasting a few weeks. Imagine wearing really dim sunglasses for a few weeks that without warning will suddenly disappear and you will be blinded by light and get a migraine headache instantly. Meanwhile the air around you is super hot and humid then switching to bitter cold so your sweating and shivering. On top of all that you just feel heavy. Now I wear 170 soaking wet, but i would feel like I weighed over 300 pounds. I struggled putting one foot in front of the other some days. It felt like someone was just pushing down on your shoulders for 24 hours a day 7 days a week. I had no appetite, I didnt want to do anything. Whenever I walked somewhere I felt like I had everyones eyes watching me and I could hear them talking about me, judging me.
The worst part was when I was sleeping, because it was impossible. I would lay down and be physically and mentally exhausted at this point and I would just hear a distant roar that just got louder and louder and louder until finally I would get up to see what it was and the room would be silent. So I would lay down again and the same thing would happen. I barely slept that whole month.
Truly awful disease.
I went on meds and was in counseling for two years. I switched colleges because halfway through all this because my first college had such a toxic feel to me, I couldnt stay there.
The best thing I ever did was decide I was going to be a better man because of it. So many people overcome adversity in life, why couldnt I be one of them? From that day forward I try to do at least one thing a day to move me past that. Some days its really hard, but the further away I get from those days, the better I feel. Been off meds for almost 4 years and I have had only one anxiety episode in the last year.