Writing and Anxiety
Over the past year, I've gotten used to writing through the ups and downs of Bipolar. To dragging myself to the keyboard even though I couldn't see the point when I was depressed, to forcing myself to concentrate long enough to get my words even when I was bouncing off the walls.
Anxiety's a different beast altogether. My mind skitters a thousand different directions, my heart pounds, I want to shrink away from my skin, crawl under the covers and pull them over my head.
I've got an appointment with my pdoc next week. Maybe she can figure something out.
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Anxiety's a different beast altogether. My mind skitters a thousand different directions, my heart pounds, I want to shrink away from my skin, crawl under the covers and pull them over my head.
I've got an appointment with my pdoc next week. Maybe she can figure something out.
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