Post by RoseNadler on Jun 16, 2019 15:42:50 GMT -8
I started feeling anxiety again while I was visiting my aunt. I think that’s because I tried to talk to her about my anxiety, and my fear of losing my mind - and she just doesn’t get it. Silly me for thinking she would.
Don’t get me wrong - she and my uncle were very kind to me. But I just got reminded - again - that so very few people understand what happens to people like us. What our own minds do to us.
People who care about us *want* us to be OK - so they try to convince us that we don’t have a problem; we’re not really going crazy; that what we’re feeling is normal. But that attitude is scary to me. It’s like they’re saying, “We want you to be OK, so you *are* OK. Take our word for it, over your own feelings.”
So in the car on the way home, I had an anxious meltdown. Because I was driving, I didn’t want to take any Ativan.
My stomach was a little upset; but when I got home, my bf had ordered us a pizza for dinner, with my favorite toppings. So I ate a piece anyway. I have a headache, too. I think I’m going to wait about another 30 minutes for my stomach and my head to feel better, and then take an Ativan.
What if….I could do Step Three BEFORE my life becomes a total disaster?