I've been doing so well since May. No anxiety attacks. My therapist is all, "I think we've figured out your triggers and you're working through them...what a success." So why, then, when stress is a little higher than usual, am I sitting awake at 5:30AM on a Saturday, trying to deep breathe my way through an anxiety attack? I went out and tried to exercise away some of the excess adrenaline - it's still there.
A friend of mine and I are often amazed at how different our responses to our symptoms are. She wants to curl into a ball and cry alone. I want to be around friends. I want to hug the people I love close. Which is a problem at 5AM - nobody wants to be hugged at 5AM. So I breathe deeply and desperately hope it will be better tomorrow.
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