So I'm not a newbie to chronic depression & anxiety but still each bout, each episode, each fight feels like the first time. I try to observe myself as much as possible, monitor my feelings & actions for the downward spiral. You try to learn what triggers you etc. Like I said I'm not new to this rodeo. Minimise the amount of time anxiety & depression steals from you. That is one of the many things I hate about it...the precious time it takes away from you. Other people will have a day & all I've been doing is crying off & on. Wasted time & you only get one life.
It's like standing in the ocean up to your waist & depression/anxiety are the currents of the water. On good days it laps at your feet or reaches to your knees making forward progress difficult but possible....but on days like this, it's a tidal wave knocking me off my ass. I'm going under & I'm drowning. I lose sight & focus & am enveloped in the darkness of the water. I'm scared & alone...frantically reaching out for anything to grasp on to. If you're lucky you break to the surface & can breathe again but at this moment in time...I'm just drowning.