Today was a mostly good day in terms of only feeling mild anxiety. I went to the park and met up with my friends this afternoon who know about me having some issues with anxiety, but not the new crippling moderate-severe anxiety I’m currently dealing with daily.
A friend was asking about my CBT and I explained the ‘worry time’ exercise I’m currently doing, whereby I’m only allowed to worry for a 30 min slot each day and then move on. Any further worrying has to wait until the next day. I think I’m liking this approach and so was happy to discuss this with my friends today.
One of my friends looked puzzled and asked ‘so you can sit and worry extensively for 30 mins?’ She then explained that she couldn’t do that if she tried, despite her having a lot on her plate!
She didn’t mean offence, but I left our gathering feeling sad and deflated. It’s another reminder of how different I am to others. How I struggle with the simplest of things they don’t even think about. How only 30 mins of worrying each day is my target, yet others couldn’t even fill up a few mins worth of worry. How unless people have had anxiety, they just really don’t understand?
Can anyone else relate to this?