It’s funny how anxiety works. With me anyway. I’ve just spent three days doing all the things that are no no’s. Drinking, smoking, eating horribly unhealthy food, staying up all night. I haven’t done any exercise in a week. And no anxiety!
Compare that to the last days, weeks, months of super clean eating, gym, yoga, meditation, water, sleep, that did almost nothing to lessen the attacks.
I want to say I don’t get it. But I do. As I sit here waiting for my flight that is too long for my liking, I can feel anxiety lurking. I can almost predict when she’ll make her appearance.
These are the times when I think maybe it’s time to turn to meds. At least I’d have some control right?
Or is that allowing anxiety to control me? What I do. How I feel.
No. I will go home. Sleep. Tomorrow I will do more research into helping myself with the foods I eat and how to manage my thoughts better and I will face her head on. Again.
She thinks she’s winning. Please. I’m just getting started fighting you.