Another one bites the dust… attack attack of the big anxiety bug. I was having a pretty decent day when all of a sudden I get a nasty Facebook message from an old employee. That’s all it took to trigger me today.
If by chance that nasty employee is a blog reader and is reading this message, I have one thing to say to you: “You are a crazy f*cker who needs serious help.”
I’m physically exhausted again thanks to my little attack, and I still have to go teach a fitness class after work. I want to be a normal girl for FFFFFFF shakes. I feel like I’m walking on eggshells just waiting for the next attack to strike. I can go days feeling really good; I almost kid myself into believing I’m doing better. Maybe I am; I just don’t know. Once the anxiety hits, I have no idea what’s up or down. Am I ok? BREATHE BREATHE
I am OK; I will be OK… one foot in front of the other, one breath at a time. Today I hate my anxiety disorder.