You know that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach that no amount of deep breathing can wash away?
No matter what you try, the anxiety builds. The feeling starts to move up to the top of your stomach until it finally reaches your chest.
Then you feel like you can’t speak. You can’t breathe. The anxiety that usually only preoccupies your mind has now taken over your entire body and you have no adequate recourse.
You tell yourself, it’s okay…this too shall pass. But that just makes it worse. Like you’re taunting yourself.
Deep breathing doesn’t work.
Counting backwards doesn’t work.
Your mind can’t be distracted.
So you decide to get all of your worries out:
Why doesn’t anyone like me? What if I’m not good enough? What if they judge me? Why do people suck? Why do I suck? Why can’t I be normal?
Finally, you take another deep breathe as you let the thoughts float in and out of your consciousness.
You smile as the anxiety sinks back down.
You survived your anxiety attack.
Small victories are the backbone to mental health. Without them, you can’t stand tall.