I discuss the ups and downs of figuring out medication.
So, I figured I'd give you a small glimpse into my life today.
The image we, as a society, have of anxiety is someone shaking and crying in a corner. While that is a very valid image...it's not the only face of anxiety.
Right now, I'm supposed to be getting ready for Comicon. Tomorrow.
I need to do various things like finish my mesh sleeves, pack for the hotel, trim and spray a wig...and paint my nails.
See, I can't find my black nail polish.
Someone without anxiety would be mildly annoyed and push that item to the back of the list. Logically, I can go literally down the road (close enough to walk if I exercised at all) and buy new polish. The entire trip would take 5-10mins. I can do it this evening and paint while watching Bob's Burgers with the hubby.
But my anxiety doesn't see it that way.
Not finding my polish has wrecked the entire process.
My brain is currently obsessed with it. I can't stop wondering when I used it last, where I would have put it, why it isn't with ANY of the other polishes, etc...
The logical part of my brain knows this is ridiculous. But anxiety isn't logical.
It isn't like this all the time for sure. Thanks to proper medication I'm usually pretty under control, but the last week has been a bit stressful.
Anyone else? Is it a phase of the moon or just summer vacation punching us in the face?