Constant butterflies in my stomach. The inability to focus on any one idea or project. Quick to snap with my words. Feeling as though there is an elephant on my chest. Unable to fall asleep. My mind racing in too many different directions.
Anxiety. And when it hits, it hits hard.
As I write tonight, this is what I am feeling. Anxiety is no stranger to me, but I wish it didn’t visit quite so often. I wish that I could keep my thoughts from racing and stop getting so nervous over things out of control.
So here I sit…thinking and trying to push the feelings away. Trying to forget the mountain of work in my bag by the stairs. Trying to forget the meeting in the morning. Trying to forget all of the things that I want to do to make Izzie’s birthday a success. Trying to forget to make it go away.
Only, it doesn’t just go away. So instead, I will try to find something to take my mind off of the feelings, even if it is just for a little bit. Maybe reading a book, maybe working on a puzzle, maybe watching TV, maybe playing a game. And I will hope that, when I get to bed, I can sleep and tomorrow will be better.