Anxiety is waking in the middle of the night with a pounding heart, in sheer panic, with an intense feeling of having forgotten to do something. It is trying to control your breath and slow your heart to go back to sleep, knowing you’ll be awake again far too soon.
Anxiety is waking in the morning with a sense of foreboding and dread. It’s wanting nothing more than to hide in bed and not face the world, but knowing that your racing mind wouldn’t let you relax even if you did.
Anxiety is an icy hand clasping your heart and squeezing. It’s a rock that has been placed on your chest, that you are powerless to remove.
Anxiety is not just stress or worry
Anxiety is having tiny, shrunken lungs that can never take in enough air. It is the shallow, rapid breathing of an asthma attack but one that no inhaler can relieve.
Anxiety is cold sweat on your forehead and shaking hands. It is the feeling of being disconnected from your body and the world, swirling in a mist of confusion.
It is a constant battle against the whirl of thoughts. Trying to think straight and concentrate is like trying to pick out grains of sand from a tornado.
Anxiety is often hard to detect
Anxiety is hidden under busyness, perfectionism, overachievement
It’s accepting social invitations and immediately feeling an overwhelming panic, and wanting nothing more than to hide away from the world.
Anxiety is a need to do all the things, have plans, make hundreds of lists, and never, ever relax.
It’s an overwhelming, bone-crushing tiredness and a heart-racing panic of not achieving, not being able to cross off your to do list if you do take a breather.
Anxiety is the voice in your head telling you you’re a bad person, a bad friend. It’s a silent underwater scream that you can’t turn off.
It’s the constant questioning, What’s wrong with me?
It is the perpetual fear that you have done something wrong, that you have let someone down.
Anxiety is the niggle that tells you that you are not good enough. Will never be good enough. Don’t deserve to be happy.
What’s wrong with me, what’s wrong with me, what’s wrong with me?
But know that you are not alone, and there is nothing wrong with you.
Coping with and understanding anxiety means learning to ask for help when you need it. It means being kind and patient with yourself – even at your most frustrated. It’s being aware to the niggling voice of “not good enough” but placing it into a mental box because you don’t need to take notice.
It’s little baby steps and quiet moments. It’s knowing that the world won’t end if you don’t achieve everything you plan to in a day. There will be more days.
It is building yourself a life that embraces health and balance. It is celebrating your achievements and sharing your tough times. It is understanding anxiety but not letting it control you.
You have anxiety but your anxiety does not define you.
We all have bad days, or bad patches and that’s okay. It’s okay to need help and to ask for support. It isn’t a sign of weakness. And it helps you feel less like you’re drowning when someone is holding your hand.
Please get in touch with me if you ever need some support and don’t know who to turn to, I will always be here to listen and give advice.
Stay strong, and remember, you are enough. xxx