Anxiety is My Friend
A few months ago I would have told you that anxiety is this unwanted pressure that lurks in my body. For three months I felt that my anxiety was a burden on my life. Like I couldn’t do anything because anxiety was setting in and my chest was hurting all of the time and causing me to stop accomplishing my routine with glee.
I was so wrong.
Although I don’t particularly care for the way anxiety feels, I’ve recently decided to accept that my brain cares enough for me that it speaks out via innate emotions. Anxiety is a normal reaction to fear, dangerous situations, etc. My body is actually programmed to say, “Hello, check yourself.”
My initial response used to entail, “Alright, fine. I’ll calm the fuck down and you can go. Just go! I’m OKAY. I don’t need your damn pressure.” But the chest pain would just sit there and I would lie there scared for hours.
Lately, when I feel pressure on my chest I stop. I listen. I breathe deeply and try to imagine something that makes me laugh. I thank anxiety and start listening to what my body needs. Maybe it’s rest, maybe it’s oxygen. Sometimes it’s a Wanna BLT from Bouldin Creek Cafe (delicious, I tell you). Sometimes I have to take a fucking hour off work to go do something else. And you know what? Worth.
Let’s face it. Most of us have emotions for a reason. Humans have many chemical reactions going on in their bodies all day long. I have decided my job is to give myself a break once in a while. So far this method is working well and I hope anxiety becomes more of an acquaintance. also posted via medium.