Does anxiety have you sick and tired of being sick and tired? I’ve already discussed how undoubtedly exhausting anxiety can be but there are a myriad of other ways this particular brand of mental anguish can take it’s physical toll.
While I’ve dealt with anxiety in many different forms and at many different times in my life, some of my worst years were spent balancing debilitating anxiety and full-time employment.
There you are, pushing your cart through the aisles of your local grocery store, minding your own business and just heading to pick up the next item on your list when it hits you.
As we anxious brains well know, but many other non-anxiety sufferers may not, having anxiety is exhausting. So much focus is placed on us continuing to fight, trying to push ourselves to be better, so I want to take a moment to focus on giving ourselves a break.
We anxious brains are so good at so many things but one area where we really excel is self-criticizing. We are masters at beating ourselves up, only recognizing our shortcomings and spending many a sleepless night ruminating over every conversation from the day thinking of things we could have said or done differently. Right? There are so many negative things to talk about when it comes to anxiety that I wanted to spend a little time focusing on the positives of our Type A personalities.
I’m sure all of my fellow anxious brains can relate to a question I often found myself asking during some of my darkest anxiety-filled days, How did I get here? Of course, this question stems from the obvious realization that we weren’t always like this. Granted many of us were wired from conception with a tendency toward an anxious brain, and many of us dealt with anxious episodes as children, but, at least for me, paralyzing fear every time I attempted to leave my house, a brain set on catastrophe mode that would never shut off and seemingly nearly dying (read: having panic attacks) every other day absolutely did not used to be a part of my life, so, how did I get here?
I knew I never really felt like leaving the house, other than for absolutely mandatory activities such as work, but I didn’t immediately recognize this as a sign of dysfunction. People just want to stay home sometimes, right? I mean going out and running errands is such a hassle, it’s not that unusual to prefer the comforts of home. Well, I eventually did start to notice that maybe my responses to doing things outside of the house weren’t so normal. Here are the big 10 that let me know that maybe this whole anxiety thing had a firmer grip on me than I realized:
So here I am, writing my very first blog post on my very first blog all about anxiety. Guess what? It’s giving me anxiety. My name is Shauna and I have been blessed/cursed with an anxious brain. I’ve dealt with anxiety since I was a child but it wasn’t until about six years ago that my intrusive thoughts, and physiological response in the form of panic attacks, became a debilitating part of my daily life. I realize that some of you may have been dealing with anxiety for 50 years, and some may just be beginning to notice it creeping in on your thoughts, but no matter the length of time, an anxious brain is no minor foe to contend with.