Anxiety.

Anxiety and I are old friends, but until recently, we only really met up when I’d have blood tests. Seem’s as of late she’s been weaseling her way back into my life and I seem to have forgotten (or blocked out) just how debilitating it can be. The flight or fight reflex kicks in, and in those moments, you honestly believe that this has to be the worst feeling in the world. My heart beats fast. I shake. I get a cold sweat. I feel so nauseous.

 I’ve been managing to push through most of them, but I suffered the largest one i’ve had in years a fortnight ago. Right now, it seems like i’m on the edge of one. Like it’s just behind me, I can see it out the corner of my eye. So i’m keeping occupied. Thinking happy thoughts. I really don’t have to worry about anything.