I have an anxiety disorder. Doesn’t take away my value as a human. Doesn’t mean I’m entitled to special treatment either, except a better
understanding of my “pecularities”.**
Every time I hear someone say: “Just get over your panic attacks’, I want to do something physical involving their face and my fist. But hey, I’m a civilized person (more or less) and antics like that are better left to sociopaths toting huge guns.
It isn’t easy. With me, a panic attack starts with a light sweating, then my chest becomes like a heavy weight until I am sure I must die.
Here’s what I think: nononono please just gogogogogo away.dontwanttodie thisisjusttooMUCHforme. lemmebreathe. You get the idea. It isn’t only in my head, it causes physical discomfort, and it isn’t a difficulty that is easy to overcome. It is a real problem. It doesn’t even mean I’m totally nuts.
Or does it? Nyah.
How I deal with anxiety is simply to write. Or crawl under the covers of my bed. Or to take a nip
or ten of a warm butt-kicking liquor.
**My pecularities being a fear/loathing of all these things:
A fear of winding, harrowing roads.
Crowds of people.