I'm about to go to NYC for a Boutique Design show and I should be really happy and excited. How lucky am I?? But, instead I'm a nervous wreck.
My boss is picking me up in a couple of hours (cause he knows me and isn't taking any chances) and I'm just sitting here crying.
My anxiety has been beating me up since I started thinking about packing my bag. . I couldn't pack and it was so late when my clonipin ODT kicked in that now I'm exhausted.
I wish I never agreed to go in the first place, but I've gone to this show before without any trouble. I love NY and this show is a good one.
I just hate my unpredictable anxiety episodes and the depression that feels like I've got an anvil on my chest and can't move.
My boss puts up with me. Of course, I'm a consultant, so he doesn't have to pay for my time when I'm not working, but he's a good 'un. He wants me to go to Cadiz in the spring for drydock (when the ships are under construction) with the client team to oversee the work and I really want to go but I'm terrified.
I'm scared of my depression and anxiety even though we're old friends. It's been over 15 years now and it's been better lately.
I'm so lucky, right? I love my career. I'd do it for free! But I can't take the anxiety and that exhaustion from my meds and the stress.
I'm such a mess! I should be in the shower right now but I need help!!