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Journaling Your Anxiety
My hands are cold and wet, I am constantly overwhelmed with dread. Having to do anything out of my comfort zone created this uncomfortable feeling within myself since I was a child. Everything was outside my comfort zone.
I didn’t know what anxiety meant. I wasn’t taught how to deal with my feelings or what they even were, which then made me push them away. I was always a nervous kid, I could feel it, I knew it.
Finally, as an adult, I figured it out, I knew how to handle my nervousness. I wasn’t wound up about every single thing. I, somehow, had conquered my fear, dread, and nervousness. Or, so I thought.
I have never had an anxiety attack in all of my almost 40 years and now all of a sudden, I am a ball of electrified nerves. That uncomfortable feeling, I assumed I had figured out how to tame, had never been tamed. I believed it cured itself on its own, I supposed my body and mind had worked out something to fix it, then just didn’t tell me. I guess in a way they had.
They had stuffed it down and down and down until it couldn’t paralyze me.
When baby came all the worries I had as a kid, and an adult, exploded, I couldn’t sleep at night. If I did get…
