How Anxiety Gets in the Way During a Typical Day
This morning I woke up and felt amazing after a good night sleep. I turned on some music and danced while I got ready for work.
I left my house, got in my car and drove an hour to my job, singing all the way. I looked forward to my day. The sun was beaming and I couldn’t stop smiling.
I went about my day working and enjoying the little breaks I had to talk to people. I love to be social with others and really connect with people, ya know?
After work, I felt like shopping for a new pair of shoes, so I just went to the mall on my way home. I lost track of time and ended up shopping in a few extra stores. Oops!
I was starving at this point, so I decided to call a few friends and see if they wanted to go grab some wings at the pub.
Before I knew it it was way past my bedtime, but I was having a blast and didn’t want to leave.
It must have been 2 a.m. when I crawled into bed. I wished time would stand still. I was so happy and content after such an amazing day.
Who is writing this? This is not something I would write. This is how my day goes.
This morning I woke up exhausted. I’m used to it though. Some nights my mind won’t stop racing and I have to use a guided meditation to sleep.
I wasn’t sure about my outfit and changed three times before I decided on one I felt comfortable in. I hate drawing attention to myself but I want to look nice.
I was running late, but thankfully I only work four minutes from my house. I had time to sit in the car for a moment to get myself into that mood — the one where I can smile and talk to people and make it look real.
I love my job. It’s a huge change from my old job. At my old job, I was busy and all over the place. That was a different life; when anxiety wasn’t as bad.
Ugh, I had to work the late shift and it’s really awkward when you’re alone and people arrive and you have to talk to them. They are all generally nice — but anxiety.
I really struggle with casual conversations with them. I know I’m well-liked — but anxiety.
I had a pretty good day but I couldn’t wait to get home. My son wanted to stop for a Slurpee — but anxiety.
My son asked me if I could drive him to his friends — but anxiety.
I feel bad when I can’t do things. Some days I can, other days I can’t.
I went to make dinner and realized I was out of some stuff. I wanted to go grab a few things at the store — but anxiety.
I ordered pizza online.
My son told me he was bored and I offered to play a board game or watch a movie. He didn’t want to. He wanted us to go out and do something — but anxiety.
I was already home in my safe haven and there was no way I was leaving. Anxiety calls the shots that way.
I checked the clock for the 15th time in the past few hours. I can’t wait for bed. I wish time would hurry up. I love sleeping.
I went to bed and was so comfy — but anxiety.
Eventually, I drifted off with a guided meditation.
I wish my life was different — but anxiety.
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