Anxiety. We talk about it here.
I had a panic attack yesterday. My body misinterprets any signal of distress as impending death. *rolls eyes* Yes, it’s so annoying.
But the thought occurred to me that as terrible as panic attack feels (like the whole world is crashing down around me and I’m falling into a giant black hole of death) , afterwards is always worse for me.
Because that’s when you have to deal with the guilt, shame, and embarrassment of everything that’s just happened.
Making sense of something that doesn’t make sense is nonsensical. You know what I mean?
In many ways I feel it is kind of pointless explaining my anxiety to other people because it really does not make sense.
And then you realize just how misunderstood you really are.
And then you feel alone.
I guess that’s why I’m writing this today, to remind myself that I’m not alone. Reaching out is important.
We have to come together. Together we have a voice; in numbers we are strong.
If we’re freaks, we’ll be freaks together, right?
Thanks for reading, big hugs to you all.
Standing Strong Wellness 
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