tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33159109.post5783679041149698253..comments2024-03-27T09:48:43.622-04:00Comments on Out of the Woods: Anxiety, Ugh!Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954106386693585991noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33159109.post-58172574319174406612015-03-25T01:33:30.899-04:002015-03-25T01:33:30.899-04:00Did I write this?
I mean, I know I did not write ...Did I write this?<br /><br />I mean, I know I did not write this... I'm not this excellent of a writer, for one thing. But this is so "me" it's giving me deja vu.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33159109.post-4307971745305425012015-03-23T08:14:26.583-04:002015-03-23T08:14:26.583-04:00Oh my friends--thank you for these comments. AS al...Oh my friends--thank you for these comments. AS always anxiety tells me I am alone, I am nuts and worse: no one will know what the heck I am talking about:))) And then you wrote back:)Dianehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14954106386693585991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33159109.post-48407643310685713032015-03-21T15:49:01.730-04:002015-03-21T15:49:01.730-04:00Raw honesty. My style. I like it. I like you. ...Raw honesty. My style. I like it. I like you. I never call what I feel anxiety. I know depression. I know grief. I don't know anxiety. Perhaps it's because I hide it underneath and haven't given it a name. I am familiar with restlessness, though. Like you, I turn to God. Like you, I wonder if there's something about it that is God's way of showing me the path back to Him. But I attribute my restlessness to being out of His will for my life. So I desperately turn to painting, writing, or creating something. Then I slowly emerge, a turtle peeking out of her shell, reluctantly doing the mundane, the daily musts I find so boring. This depresses me, and I long to make my way to the water, to my authenticity.mpconnie06@gmail.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33159109.post-35808221559792717482015-03-19T13:48:34.593-04:002015-03-19T13:48:34.593-04:00When anxiety hits me it cuts me off at the knees. ...When anxiety hits me it cuts me off at the knees. I immediately remember that I am crazy, different, unable to function like other people. Foolish for having thought any different.<br />Physically, I get the sweating, tunnel vision, heart pounding, shakes.<br /><br />When it is not here I feel good. But it scares me. I lived like that for a long time, drowning in in alcohol to avoid even looking at in. <br /><br />I understand. I wish it was different. <br /><br />AnneAinsobrietyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15642935819165465190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33159109.post-7250727541977858792015-03-19T13:32:20.779-04:002015-03-19T13:32:20.779-04:00Thanks, Diane!!Thanks, Diane!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33159109.post-41021070583559700662015-03-19T12:20:08.914-04:002015-03-19T12:20:08.914-04:00Thank you Diane! I really needed to read this toda...Thank you Diane! I really needed to read this today. My own anxious part is looking for attention. What I find even harder than the anxiety itself is the not really knowing, at least at this point, why I feel anxious. <br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com