For me it is an uneasy feeling of foreboding, sometimes it's when I wake in the middle of the night. But mostly I wake each morning with an uncomfortable pit in my gut, a nervous flutter. I try to ignore it, but like cobwebs, it sticks, until my morning rituals shake it off.
I don't stop what I'm doing, but my nervous Nelly-self makes "doing" a heavy task. When my anxiety becomes unmanageable, leaping into panic, I can barely put an outfit together and I completely lose the ability to accessorize.
My mother-in-law once confided she had a friend who could only make right turns when she drove. I wonder, did her right-turn-friend suffer from anxiety? I drive in the right lane, prefer seats on the aisle, please, because you never know when you might need to make a hasty escape.
It would be nice to be able to go anywhere and do anything, without a plan of attack. But, the eternal optimist in me makes me believe, deep down, with a little work, this too shall pass.
I don't stop what I'm doing, but my nervous Nelly-self makes "doing" a heavy task. When my anxiety becomes unmanageable, leaping into panic, I can barely put an outfit together and I completely lose the ability to accessorize.
My mother-in-law once confided she had a friend who could only make right turns when she drove. I wonder, did her right-turn-friend suffer from anxiety? I drive in the right lane, prefer seats on the aisle, please, because you never know when you might need to make a hasty escape.
It would be nice to be able to go anywhere and do anything, without a plan of attack. But, the eternal optimist in me makes me believe, deep down, with a little work, this too shall pass.
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