I just read some of my journals of this whole year, i have been writing journals from time to time starting with 2016, but when my anxiety disorder started it became daily with too much details, on december 29th 2018 i had my first panic attack that triggered a road filled with suffering for the upcoming months where i hit rock bottom all the way till perhaps april where i started to feel a bit of hope , just readin those journals of every day details made me relive them, i forgot about some events of last year, i forgot the severity of my panic attacks, and i feel like i just got a taste of the constant heart palpitations and panic i used to feel , in addition to the scary thoughts, sleepless nighs its all circling in my mind .. i know i made alot of work and i did find a way out , im much better and im so thankful, but reading those journals from just the month of january alone which was the worst month due to me not knowing anything about anxiety yet and the obsessive tendancies ocd about my blood oressure , i had written in that journal all my bp numbers i would measure it countless times in one hour it would never leave my side , and some if these memories sort if faded until now , such as the time it was snowing and my bp sky rocketed i actually was convinced im dying , or the time i had an anxiety attack that lasted a whole week and i started feeling hopeless , and i just cant comprehend how it all rushed to me like it was yesterday while a minute ago i could barely remember them
Everything feels so odd, in some way im feeling proud for now being so much better mentally than i would consider myself pre anxiety , but also im feeling like i will always be involved with this phase in my life without really escaping for good , and the main fear which i had all these months of what will the anxiety do to me eventually heakt wise is the trigger