This week, my anxiety won
My anxiety finally caught up with me this week, and I crashed in a big way.
I could feel it building, and my body was growing more and more fatigued. I would wake up in the morning, barely feeling refreshed. I developed a cold sore in the corner of my mouth. My motivation to do anything was dipping, and my desire to retreat into a cave became overwhelming.
A few nights, I tried going to bed earlier. I gave myself permission not to do my to-do list. I slothed on the couch, and sometimes found myself doom-scrolling, which, in hindsight, disappointed me. I’d been doing so much better at avoiding that.
On a surface level, it felt like I was taking it easy, but it didn’t solve anything.…
