Today, I saw a friend, looked after a super sick boyfriend and then was ready to spend the evening doing e-mails or maybe even something more exciting. But as soon as he left, I just wanted to sleep. I am now very much a believer of doing what my body needs if its realistic to do so, but as I lay there, I realised I wasn’t tired, I’d just lost my energy.
Recently I’ve had issues with my anxiety, last week I had two days where the strain showed through. Migraines, easy to anger, crying, confusion. I thought I was through the worst and aslong as I remembered to take my medication everything would get back to normal, but instead things are different.
The other day I woke myself up in the middle of the night, anxiety pulsing through my chest. I had dreamt I was going on holiday and it was the night before, so my body had started its usual thing of getting anxious for the flight. Except…there was no flight. Just me in my bed freaking out about it. I hadn’t experienced this in years. It was an unwelcome memory.
With my medication, my anxiety is now reasonably stable. Last week however, it was like i could feel the anxiety bulging out the sides, I knew it was there even though it was being pushed down. Today this became ever clearer, I went with a friend to a nearby cafe for brunch and felt my chest tighten just sitting with her and chatting. This was the first sign I started to get after being back from Hong Kong that my anxiety was bad. Otherwise I was able to function, eat, there was no need to rush to the bathroom, but it sat there heavy on my chest as a reminder of past experiences.
Once my boyfriend had left this evening, I went about airing out the room hoping not to get his illness. I had begun coughing when he was coughing, but I knew it wasn’t the same thing, I was there for the first 3 days he was ill and I haven’t caught it yet, but I admit I became quite the hypocondriac. Before you know it, my chest is tight, my throat hurts and I’m coughing. I stop myself and as I mentioned earlier just lay down to rest.
I’d forgotten how tiring and debilitating anxiety can be. I hadn’t even thought of this until my friend mentioned it at brunch. The medication makes me tired and I can sleep for hours, but the anxiety can turn my into a lifeless potato. I’ll lie and get nothing done I was supposed to, my normal entertainment gives me no stimulus and my mind starts to wonder into self doubt and damaging thoughts.
I know I need to use my tools here, a little meditation perhaps, but you need to be strong and willing to do that and often willingness isn’t your own choice.