I was able to get through the night. I went to dinner and we had spinach artichoke dip and garlic parm chicken tenders. Then I started freaking about about getting sick. I couldn’t stop thinking about how I never want to throw up. I keep thinking it’s “my time” to throw up because I haven’t had a stomach bug since I was a kid, and it’s been 6 years since I threw up (that one was alcohol related). I know I can’t think like that, and that isn’t how throwing up works.
The basketball game was fun but I was in my head a lot. I have stomach pain, but I think it might be anxiety or gas (sorry tmi). I’m trying not to spiral.
I feel a little less anxious but I know morning anxiety is right around the corner. I wish I didn’t worry about throwing up. I know that worrying doesn’t do anything but make me feel worse/lessen my enjoyment, but I can’t get myself to stop.
I wish my stomach didn’t hurt right now it’s making me anxious. I did eat some crackers in case I was feeling hunger pain, but it still hurts.