I've been feeling pretty good for the last week and in the space it took me to drive 9 miles home from work last night that all went down the crapper. By the time I got home, all I wanted to do was just crawl into bed and be left alone. I didn't even want to speak to anyone. Still really don't. Which is a real bitch since I'm on the phone most of the day at work. I don't know if it pisses off or freaks out my husband, but when I tell him I don't want to talk, he wants to know why. When I say because I just don't feel like it, he just pushes and tries to get me talking until one or both of us is pissed off. My mom says it scares him when I go inside myself (which I can do very easily when I feel like this). Why he would get scared...I have no idea.
Monday afternoon my oldest daughter had the day off (a rarity) and decided to go to the beach. About 3pm I thought about her and then out of the blue, my anxiety went sky high, I got sick to my stomach, sweaty palms, shaking (everything I used to do when I was worried that she might kill herself). I called her cell phone on the pretense of seeing how the beach was. Once I heard her voice I was fine. I haven't felt these things in well over a year and had hoped to never feel again.
Monday afternoon my oldest daughter had the day off (a rarity) and decided to go to the beach. About 3pm I thought about her and then out of the blue, my anxiety went sky high, I got sick to my stomach, sweaty palms, shaking (everything I used to do when I was worried that she might kill herself). I called her cell phone on the pretense of seeing how the beach was. Once I heard her voice I was fine. I haven't felt these things in well over a year and had hoped to never feel again.