Never have I felt as proud of myself and my on going recovery with anxiety, as I did this morning. My old car breaking down in a turning lane on a very busy road at peak hour on my first day of work was so unbelievably stressful yet I didn’t cry or hyperventilate at all. I handled the situation casually and all was sorted out 40 minutes later (car is still useless though.) The me one year ago would have been a crying mess who probably would have blacked out from an anxiety attack/hyperventilation, this year, different story. Yay me.
ya know like whatever
Yeah, but what if I get to the end of my degree and I realise I’m no good at the one thing I’ve convinced myself I’m great at? Do you understand how much fear that idea cripples me with? Let me figure that out first before trying to tell you what I’m going to do with my life.