I know I have been absent for a few weeks. I began to write a few posts but my heart hasn’t been in it. What to say? How to explain?
I suspect, now being a few days in to the Easter Holiday, that I have recovered enough to feel able to write.
My anxiety is in full possession and control right now. I’ve had panic attacks before work, during work and in the evening. In fact, I feel like I am staving one off most days.
I am dreaming a lot. Not nightmares as such but the dreams always have a common theme – things going wrong, being in the wrong place, forgetting something.
I don’t know if it is the antidepressants doing their job but I don’t feel like I am depressed just very, very anxious.
But… I do have to say that at some lower points in the past few weeks, I have wondered if …well, you know.
Whilst the thought has crossed my mind a number of times recently, I wouldn’t do it.
I hate anxiety. I hate it.
I am exercising. I am trying to eat better after weeks of binge eating again. I’m writing in my planner, being thankful and celebratory. I’m quoting daily mantras. I’m trying.
Uncertainty is anxiety’s partner in crime and the pair of them have got me well and truly cornered, again.
I’m so tired. Tired of worrying. Tired of wondering. Speculating. Panicking. What if, what if, what if. Maybe, possibly, could…
Work has been hard and I got some tough news in the penultimate week of the term. I’m working hard to rectify the issue. I don’t know if it will be enough.
Every day…no, more than once a day…I am reading the news to find extensively conflicting information. Travel to resume in May. Travel to be banned until Sept. This airline has added more flights ready for June. This holiday company is laying of hundreds of workers. This MP is hopeful. This one gives a warning.
I can’t keep up. I’m constantly in a state of flux: hope and then despair.
I have booked for July. Should I book for May, just in case? What if I can go but there are no flights left? To book is to hope and I am not sure I can cope with another set back.
He loves me, he loves me not.
I’m tired of being scared, of second guessing. I’m sick of over analysing and worrying.
I don’t know of my negative mind is finding false evidence for my fears or my gut is right and I don’t want to believe it.
How can I ever know?
If I don’t go soon, will he get bored and move on? Does he really love me or do I just see what I want to see? Am I anxious and paranoid or is there truth in my fears?
Could I ever live without him?
Am I wasting my time?
Will my dreams ever come true?
Am I betraying him for doubting? If I don’t doubt am I stupid? How will I ever know? Could I walk away? Would I ever love again?
Why would he ever love me? Even more so with the ever present anxiety and fear?
How can I get this house in a better state? Who can I find to help me? How do I know they will do a good job? How do I know they are not scammers? What should I work on first? What is more important?
Is this Covid’s fault? Am I having another breakdown? Should I stop fighting and let it consume me? Do I have ASD? Should I see someone about my fears? What’s the point?
I am so, so tired of it all.