You know it's gonna be an exciting* day when you have to take "your break in case of emergency" #anxiety meds a mere 10 minutes after waking up.
*not exciting at all
This, of course, was me.
And it was one of those surprise moments when my heart started beating super fast, my stomach dropped, and my hands were shaking.
So I knew I had to get ahead of it
Sometimes there is a trigger that I am reacting to, so I know I'm about to have an anxiety attack.
Other times, the anxiety attack appears out of the blue and gobsmacks me like this morning.
The surprise anxiety attacks are harder for me to 1) realize what's happening and 2) react in time that I can manage them as well as I can.
For instance, I was able to take my acute anxiety meds only after I started to panic, which means that a half hour later my heart feels like it is in my throat and I'm still shakey.
I am, however, not completely losing my shit, which is good.
But, I'm gonna feel off for the rest of the day because I'm going to be worried about whether I'll have a full-blown anxiety attack and because my body will not recover from what already happened quickly.
Now, if I had full panic attack, my day would be completely hosed, and I would still feel some of the aftereffects tomorrow.
Anxiety, y'all, is hard to manage and live with.
So, all of y'all with anxiety disorders, I feel you and struggle with some of the same things.
Solidarity.
Listen, I'm managing my anxiety this morning. I'll most likely feel better as the day goes one.
These tweets are me explaining what my anxiety is like for me (& maybe other people). They are not a request for advice.
Kind responses are nice, but not my reason for this thread.
Also, I would like to note that after I fend off an anxiety attack that I really don't want to interact with anyone.
Instead, I got to assist with a 6th grade science lab and wrangle a 1st grader to do math assignments.
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One day I'll write about alcohol in the academy, the expectations that academics drink, and the professor who once told me that academics drink because "they know too much."
I didn't drink much before grad school, but I learned to drink there.
I have stopped drinking a few times since graduate school, and at the end of this month, I won't have had a drink for a year.
But I have been pressured by academics to just have one glass of wine or one beer even after I explain that I don't want one or don't drink.
And the academics who pressured me to drink are the same ones that expect to explain why I am not drinking like I have to have a very good reason not to, even though my choices are none of their business.
Kids make noise. They pop in to ask questions, complain or tell you something that they find cool or a new thing they learned.. They lose their shit. They streak behind you shirtless or sling a cat over their shoulder and bring it to you.
This happens during meetings.
I mean, you haven't really had a Zoom with me unless a shirtless seven-year-old has popped by to say "hi" or ignored that I'm in a meeting to tell me about his progress in Zelda: Breath of the Wild or a tween is singing along loudly to Taylor Swift in the background.