Last day of our holiday and I was really looking forward to taking my girls to the cinema. But I’m stuck left behind, they’re away with their dad. I have had two anxiety attacks this morning and awful IBS. No idea how I’m going to make it home tomorrow (loooong drive). But I’m so disappointed to be, yet again, missing out on something nice, thanks to the vicious circle Iof Anxiety Disorder and IBS 😞😞😞
I always get so anxious before I haveto travel a distance (I’ve had bad experiences in the past). I’ve been low- level anxious all week about the journey home (and I don’t want to go home as it is,because I hate where I live). So now I’m sitting here, crying, feeling nauseous and wondering when I’ll next need to run for the loo. Sometimes I just think this is no kind of life 😕