This isn’t some woe is me, I feel so sorry for myself blog post.
It’s just about my personal experience with anxiety.
I’ve had it for as a long as remember; I don’t know what caused it. I mean, I’m an anxious person naturally & there have definitely been events in my life that have exasperated the feeling, but I don’t know the root of where it originated.
Sometimes my anxiety is crippling. I literally get so anxious I need an outlet…ASAP. Ultimately, if I’m not in control, I freak the F out.
So over the past five years I’ve really, really tried to channel my anxious personality towards positive outlets.
Anything productive: writing a blog post, working out, cooking/baking, being with my BF/babes, getting a massage, teaching a Pilates class, snuggling with the most gorgeous girl in the world AKA Pixy, &/or enjoying a cold beer ( ya, sue me! ). Annnnnd typically those things really help quell it— but still. It’s always there looming over me like an annoying, butthole black cloud.
If you don’t know what anxiety feels like…lemme describe it: ever been super hungover? Like ridiculously-Captain Morgan-high school-rookie hungover? Ya. It’s that feeling ( without the headache & stomach cramps ). Just that feeling of being extremely edgy.
Ok! So I have questions: do you have anxiety? If so, how do you deal ( if not, you’re SO lucky! I’m super jeal ), besides the obvious: a work out, bubble bath, & glass of wine?
Oh, & honestly? Writing this vulnerable post gives me anxiety- LOLZ!
K, bye. Off to go on a run.