Today I got so anxious I cried in the car all the way to work.
Luckily, I keep some anxiety meds with me at all times, so I took one. And I reached out to my doctor. My meds check has been moved up to this Friday (two weeks sooner than originally planned.)
I just want to stop feeling this way. It’s always worst in the mornings.
I also tried to give myself some positive self-talk—telling myself “Feelings aren’t facts,” and remembering times in the past when I felt terrible—but it didn’t last forever and there were good times later on.
I hope there are good things for me in the future. At almost 60, I wonder if I’ve had all the good things that life had to give me. Has my luck run out? Has God gotten fed up with me and won’t help me anymore?
Yesterday was fairly good, but today the anxiety is the worst it’s been in months, maybe a year or two.
Thank god I was able to reach my doctor.