I've mentioned my anxiety before, haven't I?
Well, when it hits I feel like an elephant is sitting on my chest. Sometimes it is hard to breathe. I feel panicky.
And it is over silly things. Saturday night, I started to have major anxiety over Sterling and "what if he gets hurt". Yes, I turned out the light and started to think about having Sterling help shred potatoes at my parent's house Sunday evening and I started to feel extremely anxious (panic attack?). I started to imagine all the things that could go wrong: he could be shredding the potatoes and shred his fingers instead and then the skin and blood. I literally couldn't breathe. I started to panic about the fact that I have been over protective of my son and if he gets hurt he will completely break down in tears and then be made fun of.
I go through things like that.
My anxiety levels soar over silly things like that. Can you imagine what they do when I am stressed about important things?
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