Profanity incoming… because f*ck anxiety.
Truthbomb: Anxiety fucking sucks.
Today started out normal. Got up, showered, saw hubby off, logged in, answered some emails… then it started. In the middle of a “thank you so much for booking!” email, I felt my hands get tingly, my chest tighten, my breath get short. I tried the normal exercises to nip it – take a walk, sip some water, cuddle a kitty, call my hubby. But this time it escalated fast.
After a recent spate of anxiety I realized it wasn’t so much the anticipation of having one, nor the having one itself that I was struggling with most but the state I was in afterwards. Drained, exhausted, emotional and always shivering uncontrollably, after a panic attack it feels as though my body has gone into shock; shut down, given up on me until I can have a good sleep and try another day. I’ve dubbed this the anxiety ‘hangover’ - like an emotional jet lag, the comedown from all those heightened sensations that leaves you feeling a little broken and spaced out.*
It’s ok to rest.
Thanks for listening. #youarenotalone #keepswimming #anxiety #claimyourhaven
* Quote source: How To Deal With the Anxiety Attack Hangover