So it would appear I suffer from anxiety. I really didn’t think I was an anxious person. But I am.
Today I travelled to Canterbury to stay with a friend and have a night out.
I’m anxious about staying.
I’m anxious over going out
I’m anxious about the food
I’m anxious about my outfit.
I’m anxious about being social.
I nearly had a meltdown in m and s choosing dinner. I was sweating and shaking. I didn’t sleep last night I was so anxious over this weekend. I should be enjoying it not being anxious. I’ve got butterflies in my stomach all the time. I feel shaky and nervous. It’s nothing new. I used to go out before but this illness, this stay in hospital had done this too me. I’m terrified of wearing my tight dress. Terrified people will think I’m fat. Terrified of seeing my stomach. I feel so anxious! The nerves aren’t going.