I was notified the other day that, after three months or so of not working, I'll be working this weekend to cover some coworkers. Its like the anxiety almost went into hibernation because of how good I was at avoiding stressors. BOOM. I feel it coursing through my veins, all over again. Suddenly what is muscle memory (I'm a cashier) seems impossible... As if it is again my first day. Quiet, nervous me. Trying to fit in and tell them what I like, what I do in my spare time...
That's not to say I didnt have any anxiety while not working. I surely did. But the thought of going back is already making me shake. Meh... Oh well, right? I'll work and be done. Done it before, I'll do it again.
I've been super on edge lately. I have a few good moments. I had lots today (yay me), but it seems that most of the time, I'm either depressed, anxious, or both. I've snapped more often about silly things. My fiance and I talked about it a little tonight. He said he finds it impressive how well I handle it...how I can feel so horrible, and feel so out of control when panicking, but its so well concealed. And I find the will to keep going... Somehow.
It made me feel like a warrior. A different kind, but still a warrior. Its not that I have to keep going, it's that I choose to because I want to. I want to get better, even though I'm in a pit of despair and hopelessness.
Every day I live in fear of stupid things. I fear I'll never get my driver's license because of my panic. In practice, he says I drive great, that I handle everything well. All the while my mind is chaos. Every week I struggle to decide whether or not I should go to therapy, simply because I have to bus alone. I feel so afraid all the time. I feel I'll never live "normally" and be able to just have a house or apartment in peace. I wish it would all go away. I sometimes even wish it could be easy, and I could be provided for, but there is the shame that comes with that. Cowardice. I wish I wish I wish...
That's not to say I didnt have any anxiety while not working. I surely did. But the thought of going back is already making me shake. Meh... Oh well, right? I'll work and be done. Done it before, I'll do it again.
I've been super on edge lately. I have a few good moments. I had lots today (yay me), but it seems that most of the time, I'm either depressed, anxious, or both. I've snapped more often about silly things. My fiance and I talked about it a little tonight. He said he finds it impressive how well I handle it...how I can feel so horrible, and feel so out of control when panicking, but its so well concealed. And I find the will to keep going... Somehow.
It made me feel like a warrior. A different kind, but still a warrior. Its not that I have to keep going, it's that I choose to because I want to. I want to get better, even though I'm in a pit of despair and hopelessness.
Every day I live in fear of stupid things. I fear I'll never get my driver's license because of my panic. In practice, he says I drive great, that I handle everything well. All the while my mind is chaos. Every week I struggle to decide whether or not I should go to therapy, simply because I have to bus alone. I feel so afraid all the time. I feel I'll never live "normally" and be able to just have a house or apartment in peace. I wish it would all go away. I sometimes even wish it could be easy, and I could be provided for, but there is the shame that comes with that. Cowardice. I wish I wish I wish...