I have struggled with severe anxiety for as long as I can remember, and for my entire life, I have seen it as an embarrassing and awful weakness. It means that when I hear my alarm go off in the mornings, I have to force myself to get out of bed and live a life, when all I want to do is stay under the doona where I am safe. It means that if I am asked to do something out of the ordinary, I have to fight to keep myself from having a panic attack. It means that if I'm invited to go somewhere, and I have to drive there and haven't been there before, then I will do almost anything to get out of it. It means that I have to leave my house at 7:22am Monday-Friday on the dot, so that I don't get stuck behind a bus on the way to work because I don't want to change lanes, and then I sit in my car, in the car park that I hire so that I don't have to try and find parking along with everyone else, until it's time to walk to the office. It means so many more little...
The diary (ramblings) of an anxious Mum.