My daughter had a busy weekend that was important to her and required a lot from me. She was in a dance recital today (two separate numbers). Yesterday was dress rehearsal. Today was doing the same thing over again for the actual recital. I had gotten roped into being a group/backstage mom which meant I was responsible for eight little girls, ages 3-5, backstage for several hours. Had to keep them entertained, costumes and makeup perfect, help with costume changes, get them onstage in time for their number, onstage in time for finale, returned to their parents safe and happy, etc. It was the sort of weekend that would be trying and stressful to most anyone. For me I anticipated that I would get overwhelmed.
I made it through both days of this amazingly well. I have a prescription for valium to use as needed and although I brought it with me, I never felt even the slightest need for it. This evening, after all was said and done and a great success, I feel exhausted (physically and mentally). But more curious to me is that my anxiety is soaring and I actually took some valium. (This is not a regular occurrence for me. I can go weeks or even months without using it.) It's taken the edge off but there is still a giant ball of anxiety in the pit of my stomach.
WTF? It's over. It was a success. Why the anxiety now?
I made it through both days of this amazingly well. I have a prescription for valium to use as needed and although I brought it with me, I never felt even the slightest need for it. This evening, after all was said and done and a great success, I feel exhausted (physically and mentally). But more curious to me is that my anxiety is soaring and I actually took some valium. (This is not a regular occurrence for me. I can go weeks or even months without using it.) It's taken the edge off but there is still a giant ball of anxiety in the pit of my stomach.
WTF? It's over. It was a success. Why the anxiety now?