I’m an anxious wreck this morning.
Yesterday I heard on the radio that anxiety is on the rise and they explained anxiety as excessive worry. But I’ve never viewed my anxiety as worry, it’s not a thousand worrying thoughts rushing through my head. Yes there is worry, but its more physical. Physically my insides are shaky, worry flows through my veins and I feel my eyes might pop out my head, my stomach hollow and my throat tight.
It’s more physical than anything else.
Whats getting to me is this:
Things are good now. I have a job and I’m opening my own business. I have an incredible boyfriend.
But the anxiety and depression is hovering like a fucking bitch.
There was the divorce and that I understood – of course I would be anxious and depressed and have a bad relapse into my eating disorder. But now things are good, now things are great and these bitches are still hovering.