Couldn’t face leaving the house
My amazing boss, without pressure offers me a taxi
I arrive at work anxious & there’s people outside shouting & arguing & a police van
I lose my anxiety meds, only when I’m looking for them because I’m anxious
I get on the tram to be brave & have an anxiety attack
I get off and wait for my husband to fetch me
I have to wait so smoke many cigarettes
My GP rings to say they have lost my prescriptions & I can’t have my new meds tonight but have to call in the morning. I have appointments tomorrow which I don’t want to move.
I get home. I search my house. I find that I put my anxiety meds in a bag in the bin
I look for a fancy dress outfit I’ve promised to find someone who will collect tonight
I get in bed & sort some work receipts into piles as a distraction
I decide I need a bigger bag, as this will solve everything!
I put on a tv boxset, hold a cup of tea & begin to reply to the numerous messages checking I’m ok
Usually I feel better once I’m out. Today I felt worse. I’m so happy to be under my duvet in bed.
Today it still didn’t defeat me, just felt like it.