Paralyzed seems to be my general life theme right now. I have had a really hard time writing lately and everything in my life feels like it is on hold. I want to get back to writing about topics that really get conversations started, but have been gun shy as of late– worrying that I don’t have the energy for any potential dust ups. But then I feel like something is missing- that trill that a great debate/discussion gives me.
Anyway. I wrote the following a little while ago, in the middle of an anxiety attack. For those of you who don’t know- I have been pretty open about the fact that I have anxiety, but I also haven’t written about it much in detail. In part, because it is hard to do. And in part, because it feels sometimes like a great big overshare. But today I am putting it out there. Mostly because I really feel that mental health needs a great big bright light shone on it. We need to talk about it. We need to get it out there. We need to change the way we address it in society and we need for people to feel they are not alone.
So. This is my experience of anxiety. From what I gather, no two people are really the same when it comes to their experience of anxiety. So I would love to hear from others about what your experience is like. If you don’t have the unique pleasure *read extreme sarcasm* of regular anxiety attacks– perhaps this will allow you to catch a glimpse of someone else’s experience.
It’s a feeling the the back of my legs and all across my back. Edginess. Jittery-ness. Like an itch I can’t scratch. Its uncomfortable, in a way I can’t describe. Distracting. Irritating.
I can’t focus. Like my mind is blank and racing at the same time. The intense feeling that something is wrong, well knowing full well that that is not true.
I try to accept and surrender. I hear that’s what takes its power away. I hear that is what stops the cycle.
But for someone who cares so much about feeling in control to, well, not feel in control…. It’s horrible.
I can’t break away.
I sit down to relax, only to flit from one activity to the next. Never staying still for long. Shifting. Trying to find the spot where it doesn’t feel like my skin in crawling.
But no matter where I go. No matter what I do. If the feeling is there nothing can make it go away. But time. Time for the hormones and brain impulses to simmer down and loosen their grip. Time. Time that can’t be measured. It’s unpredictable.
Yeah, sure. It’s kinda like having a migraine. It would probably help to think of it the same way. Migraines are paralyzing and overwhelming and overshadowing.
I wish I could make it go away. Or, at the very least, make the skin crawling feeling go away. I hate the way it radiates up and down my back and up and down the back of my legs. For hours.
Everyone’s experience of anxiety is different. This is mine.

