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Lady of Longbourn
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One of my goals today was Go to Painting Class.
Get in the car and realize the gas light is on. Not a big deal, because I am not going far. But my anxiety kicks up a little. I drive there, and when I get into the parking lot, it is FILLED with cars. More anxiety about finding a spot, not hitting a person or another car and then once I get in the parking spot will I be able to get out? Anxiety.
I go into the the painting class. Anxiety. Filled with people. Anxiety.People everywhere. Anxiety up. Talking, laughing, loud noises. Anxiety up. I sit down. And sit there...listening to other people, listening to the chatter. It reminds me of a cafeteria at a school. Anxiety up.
I couldn't take it. I made my excuses to the teacher and I ran. Ran home to my shocked husband.
I failed my goal miserably.
Get in the car and realize the gas light is on. Not a big deal, because I am not going far. But my anxiety kicks up a little. I drive there, and when I get into the parking lot, it is FILLED with cars. More anxiety about finding a spot, not hitting a person or another car and then once I get in the parking spot will I be able to get out? Anxiety.
I go into the the painting class. Anxiety. Filled with people. Anxiety.People everywhere. Anxiety up. Talking, laughing, loud noises. Anxiety up. I sit down. And sit there...listening to other people, listening to the chatter. It reminds me of a cafeteria at a school. Anxiety up.
I couldn't take it. I made my excuses to the teacher and I ran. Ran home to my shocked husband.
I failed my goal miserably.