Anxiety Diary: 18th February 2015

Anxiety is a weird thing?

It’s like when you’re trying to fit your whole wardrobe into a suitcase, right? Of course you knew that you put too many things in the first place, but you need your spare pair of… just in case.

So, you sit on it. Use your ‘multitasking’ skills to jump on it like a monkey hoping the momentum will allow you to snap it shut or zip it whatever. That’s kind of what my anxiety is like at the moment. Overwhelming!

The excess clothing is like the excess thoughts just wanting to burst out. Or rather that I’m filling myself up, packing and packing until I can no longer deny all those thoughts. I can no longer close the suitcase and hide all the contents to the people I fear will judge me.

This passed while has been the toughest. Anxiety has taken over my body and it was no longer a matter of just trying to combat my thoughts. My stomach is constantly tense live wire. Scratch that my whole body is, especially my tummy! Appetite is playing hokey pokey, I can’t stop thinking about food being able to eat – not being able to eat. You know the what ifs.

My whole digestive system is playing a bad game of Tetris paused. I feel obligated to people all the time. My thoughts ring past me in a negative swarm constantly. Let’s just say for the first diary entry that I don’t feel all that good and there is hardly a minute goes by without feeling anxious.

However, yesterday I achieved something big. Well for me anyway. Normally, I’m the hide under the rock type. If you don’t know already I have social anxiety, so getting invited to places ordinarily has me in a worry frenzy. And it takes me ages to make a decision whether to say yes or no. On one hand for me, is the obligation I feel I have for the person inviting me and the other terrified voice that is telling me not to go or something really bad will happen. So, I seek reassurance from my family, hoping they would make the decision for me.

I think I will let you into my mind a second. When I get invited to something it takes over everything. All I can think about. I’m sitting on the edge of my seat constantly. For hours I will procrastinate, not make a decision. During that time I’m imagining all that could possibly go wrong or how awkward I’m going to be. I’m scared about being scared. My whole body feels a wreck. An annoying circle.

Yesterday being pancake day, I was invited to a social gathering – if that’s what you call it (I had challenged myself by joining a Church group to make some friends, scary stuff). My appetite has been low, my stomach tighter than anything and I can’t stop obsessing over what I eat so, I was really anxious that I would have to eat something when I was there and what then they would think of me. Or if I forced myself to eat it and be sick. That and all the social stuff… what will I say? Do I look ok? What happens if there is an awkward silence? Will they judge me etc?

Guess what? I had a good time! And I was able to say no! Two things I thought would never happen. I also started conversations and focused on asking others questions. Although my stomach is still in knots as I type, in a small way things are getting better in all the worseness!

This is the first of my anxiety diaries, so I should get the hang of it. Hopefully I will be able to open up more the more I do it, so I can show what it is like to live with anxiety! Thank you for reading and here is a virtual hug from me. It’s not easy. No matter what way you experience it. But we’ll get there, I know we will.

Hello Anxiety xx

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