Dear friends and other interesting creatures,
Some say (flashback: The Stig) one does not admit to these subjects in public. What if your clients suddenly believe you are incompetent? What if people think less of you? If that is so, it is their ignorance and not my inability to be real.
Anyone who regularly reads my blog knows that I deal with excessive anxiety on a daily basis. It never goes away. It dulls at times, but it never truly leaves.
I’ve been on and off meds since I was 14 when diagnosed. Nothing you can tell me about the condition, it’s treatment or the influence it has on your daily life.
I am really battling at the moment. I wake up with my skin crawling and I go to bed feeling like my breathing is constricted.
Nothing has to happen for this feeling to be heightened. It is not based on events. It is almost my default emotion. It isn’t fun. It doesn’t make me unique or special or dysfunctional. It simply is.
Everything I have achieved in my life was with this feeling present. Every failure in my life happened with this emotion present.
I don’t really know a different baseline. Medication takes the edge off (for which we are truly thankful), talking, writing, accepting yourself as you are, it all helps.
In myself, my demons and I play. My husband loves me, my kids are good, I am provided for, I am steadily getting to do what I’ve wanted to do all my life, write. 2018 shows amazing promise.
I want to encourage others not to always believe everything you think, to ask for help if you need it and to be true to yourself.
Your self-worth is not determined by others opinion of you.
I wish you enough,