Been thinking lately and I can’t help but to think that anxiety can affect me in both ways.There are days when the physical symptoms hit me to a point where I’m just like,”Screw this.I don’t want to live like this” and I actually force myself to go and do things and end up feeling better.
And then,there are the bad days when I feel like no amount of positive thinking can get me through the day.When those pesky thoughts come to haunt me,telling me that I’m “sick” with one disease or another.And I’ll have to assure myself that no,I’m fine and I didn’t feel sick the previous days.That it’s just the anxiety talking.
It’s tiring on certain days.Waking up with a tight chest or achy shoulders.Or out of nowhere,I feel like I can’t swallow.Or when I get a pain in my chest.Good days are such a luxury these days.
Realize that I’m more anxious when I’m at home these days and that I’m starting to appreciate company once more because it takes my mind away from things.