Sometimes, you have to go through a whole ton of shit before you find someone who will do anything for you, for nothing in return.
That was my night...
Panic Attack at first job, continued while driving to second job, continued at second job, continued at home. Yuck.
I wish I could tell you what I panicked about. I wish I knew. I have some anxiety related to moving, but not anymore than I can handle. And relatively, this is the LEAST stressful move ever. Because Ben is actually with me while I pack.
So after coming home and feeling like a zombie (which is a usual side effect when I have starved off a panic attack) I laid on the couch and cuddled in a blanket.
I have had the experience of people who just tell me to "relax" during a panic attack. Seriously, that does not work. If I could, I would have done it. I don't want to feel like I am dying.
I have had the flip side where people hover over you, treating like you are in wheelchair and constantly bugging you. I do not want to be bothered. Let me deal with it my own way.
So there I sat, cuddled in a blanket (no not the irrational one from the last post). The BF came over and just sat by me. He asked if I was hungry for dinner and that was it. He let me be but at the same time, let me know he understood what was going on, and was there if I needed something.
Plus of dating someone who has panic attacks as well? I think so!
After two hours, some reading and just laying with the dogs, I felt better. Enough to eat anyway.
Today is looking up. I feel less stressed. I am ready to conquer the day!!!
Go me!
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