Monday morning, at work, 1.5 hours into meetings, I blink and I no longer feel present. I feel like everything is in slow motion and I can’t seem to register or acknowledge the world around me or anyone in it. My eyes are heavy, I feel like the moment right before you drift to sleep when everything is falling and heavy. I don’t remember much, time is invalid but seemingly only to me.
Co-workers start asking me if I’m ok and Id always reply, “yes, I’m fine, I’m just tired.” My husband notices and I try to explain to him the best I can because I truly don’t really know. He proceeds to be angered, days into the week, because I’m “acting like I don’t want to be here”, which snaps me to reality for a moment to reply, “I’m fighting as hard as I can to come out of this because it’s EXHAUSTING, not INTENTIONAL.
1.5 weeks in, I’m starting to get really scared that my reality is permanently warped. Co-workers still inquiring as to why I’m not myself, husband mad that I’m not myself (he’s very mentally stable and very chemically balanced, unlike myself, but fails to comprehend fully that mental illness is real.)
It’s Saturday morning, my eyes open, I rise, I actually feel and register the world around me and feel present in it. Week 3, anxiety and panic due to fear that 2 weeks prior will return.
What was that? Why? Was it triggered by something? (I’ve had a recent separation from a friend due to problems between our spouses and arrived to work that Monday to the news a coworker my age with a husband and several children suddenly and unexpectedly passed away.) Has anything like that happened to me before? Similar yes, 17 years ago, so twice.
Co-workers start asking me if I’m ok and Id always reply, “yes, I’m fine, I’m just tired.” My husband notices and I try to explain to him the best I can because I truly don’t really know. He proceeds to be angered, days into the week, because I’m “acting like I don’t want to be here”, which snaps me to reality for a moment to reply, “I’m fighting as hard as I can to come out of this because it’s EXHAUSTING, not INTENTIONAL.
1.5 weeks in, I’m starting to get really scared that my reality is permanently warped. Co-workers still inquiring as to why I’m not myself, husband mad that I’m not myself (he’s very mentally stable and very chemically balanced, unlike myself, but fails to comprehend fully that mental illness is real.)
It’s Saturday morning, my eyes open, I rise, I actually feel and register the world around me and feel present in it. Week 3, anxiety and panic due to fear that 2 weeks prior will return.
What was that? Why? Was it triggered by something? (I’ve had a recent separation from a friend due to problems between our spouses and arrived to work that Monday to the news a coworker my age with a husband and several children suddenly and unexpectedly passed away.) Has anything like that happened to me before? Similar yes, 17 years ago, so twice.
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