Welcome To My Anxious Brain
I had my first panic attack when I was 3-years-old. Yup, you read that right. I was preparing to perform in my first dance recital; I turned to my mother, proclaimed, “I’m so excited!” and then barfed. At the time we thought it was just happy nervous nerves, but looking back, it was a total panic attack. I wasn’t excited! I was downright scared for my life! Holy crap, just thinking about it makes my heart race. I remember it so clearly. And damn, was I cute. I was covered in barf and red blotches on my chest, but I was still cute.
It’s been a very long and bumpy road since then. I won’t bore you with the details of my mentally complicated adolescence just yet. I mean, we *did* just meet. But I will tell you this…knowing what I know now, I was way more than just a moody teenager. I had friggin’ issues!
It wasn’t until I was in my mid-twenties that I was properly diagnosed as having Generalized Anxiety Disorder (GAD). As an added bonus, I also have irrational fears. Yay, me! As I turn the corner into middle-age, I’m finally coming to a place of peace with my disorder. It’s not a death sentence! Thankfully, I have a great sense of humor. Without it, I’d quite likely be dead.
Join me on my journey, have a few laughs at my expense, and hopefully learn a little something along the way. I promise to be honest and true. You shall not be disappointed. Unless, of course, you are; but then that’ll be your own damn problem.
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