Anxiety makes me feel like a child again. The increased activity I have been capable of lately brings with it increased anxiety and a sense of doom that follows me like a dark cloud. I feel very small sometimes, and completely defenseless.
I managed to go out this week, but I left the pub early and felt sad. I felt like there was some kind of barrier between me, every bustling person on the street, and the rest of the world. I felt out of place and out of my depth. My boyfriend walked me home and asked what anxiety felt like. I didn’t tell him that at the moment all I felt like doing was throwing up.
I went from crying in bed to a busy social scene within not much time, though, and I consider that progress. ♦