Aarrgghhhnxiety
Like all films, the sequel is normally awful and you wish it'd never happened. Well this week appears to be Anxiety 2, the bitch is back.
I wish I knew what causes these blips, especially this week. I was annual leave, I have nothing to worry about, life is good. Except it's not. Out of the blue, I started shaking. I put it down to sitting awkwardly, well a 37 year old sat cross legged playing on his PS4 can lead to weird things like that. However, it steadily got worse. I told myself to get a grip, yeah that old chestnut. "You're fine Gunns, settle down". That seemingly worked as well as my shouting to Alex Tettey to shoot from 30 yards out at the foorball. It went stratospheric.
I can only describe anxiety as like drinking 15 cans of energy drink and then being extremely nervous at the outcome. Serious butterflies with the shakes.
That night I sat eating tea with the family, and my hand was shaking uncontrollably, and I really felt I couldn't cope with it. I felt sick with worry.
I took the dog for a walk, people tell me walking is good for you. It did nothing. The trouble is, the more I couldn't get my head around why I was feeling this way, the worse it got. It was a terrible vicious circle.
The trouble with anxiety is, you can't just get rid of it, or so it seems. The brain just decides you should feel rubbish, so you do. I've not slept well this week, my appetite is not wonderful either and it makes me feel physically awful. It's the only mental illness I know of that actually has physical symptoms though. I'm not sure if that truly is a good thing though.
So, this utterly inconclusive post has less point to it than a wax crayon, however, it has made me feel better by writing it down.
And if you believe that, you'll believe my beloved canaries will win the play offs this year.
Peace
I wish I knew what causes these blips, especially this week. I was annual leave, I have nothing to worry about, life is good. Except it's not. Out of the blue, I started shaking. I put it down to sitting awkwardly, well a 37 year old sat cross legged playing on his PS4 can lead to weird things like that. However, it steadily got worse. I told myself to get a grip, yeah that old chestnut. "You're fine Gunns, settle down". That seemingly worked as well as my shouting to Alex Tettey to shoot from 30 yards out at the foorball. It went stratospheric.
I can only describe anxiety as like drinking 15 cans of energy drink and then being extremely nervous at the outcome. Serious butterflies with the shakes.
That night I sat eating tea with the family, and my hand was shaking uncontrollably, and I really felt I couldn't cope with it. I felt sick with worry.
I took the dog for a walk, people tell me walking is good for you. It did nothing. The trouble is, the more I couldn't get my head around why I was feeling this way, the worse it got. It was a terrible vicious circle.
The trouble with anxiety is, you can't just get rid of it, or so it seems. The brain just decides you should feel rubbish, so you do. I've not slept well this week, my appetite is not wonderful either and it makes me feel physically awful. It's the only mental illness I know of that actually has physical symptoms though. I'm not sure if that truly is a good thing though.
So, this utterly inconclusive post has less point to it than a wax crayon, however, it has made me feel better by writing it down.
And if you believe that, you'll believe my beloved canaries will win the play offs this year.
Peace
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