Lately I've been finding myself holding my breath over small things, the end of a story or just an uncomfortable thought. I don't notice until I have to gasp for air and my heart races out of control. It's a not unpleasant adrenaline rush but it makes me think that I'm again forcing my anxiety into myself so as to avoid conscious thoughts about it. Whenever these things happen, they scare me... what else is my body capable of doing behind my back? but at the same time it's almost a relief to have put that fear somewhere besides my mind. If the alternative is a continual loop of mangled, anxious thoughts, maybe I'm better off with this.
No comments:
Post a Comment