I like to think I have my anxiety under control but lately I can't even remember the things I used to do to soothe myself. Its not fun.
Panic
My chest feels heavy like something has been placed on it. A small heavy object. I struggle to find my breath, a channel funneling air away from me. My stomach is so full of fear and angst that i cant eat or drink or even move. It hurts to the point of roiling nausea. My skin feels cold, my eyes flood with tears from frustration and mouth goes completely dry. A moment or two or the rest of the day with this prickling at the back of my neck and this constant worry.
Panic is a detestable feeling.
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