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Yesterday, I had an anxiety attack severe enough to render me helpless for most of the day. Once I get going on my anxiety roll, it's pretty hard to get out-- I obsess, think the whole world hates me, drive aimlessly looking for a distraction, have the urge to puke-- it's ugly. I didn't know how I was going to get out.
Last night, I went to an Advent service. I actually listened to the prayers, and even quietly sung along to some of the hymns. It was nice to get out of my head. I'm a regular church-goer, but I sometimes I forget about the calming properties of going to church. Too often, when I go to church, I let my mind wander, look to see what other people are wearing, critique the altar boys for messing up a hymn-- basically everything except focus on the liturgy.
This morning, I woke up feeling pretty good. I'm going to study, and maybe get a falafel sandwich.
Last night, I went to an Advent service. I actually listened to the prayers, and even quietly sung along to some of the hymns. It was nice to get out of my head. I'm a regular church-goer, but I sometimes I forget about the calming properties of going to church. Too often, when I go to church, I let my mind wander, look to see what other people are wearing, critique the altar boys for messing up a hymn-- basically everything except focus on the liturgy.
This morning, I woke up feeling pretty good. I'm going to study, and maybe get a falafel sandwich.