The sad thing was, was that I was having major anxiety to go talk to my GP about anxiety. *sigh*
— Cindy Corliss (@CindySleepSpin) March 25, 2013
I’m no stranger to anxiety. I’ve been suffering since I was 11, when I didn’t even know what it was. I have good days and weeks, and bad days and weeks. This would be classified as a bad time, full stop.
I have a lot on my plate right now, and because I feel I need to be perfect, I’m anxious.
I have to get my research done, so I’m anxious.
I worry about the future, especially in light of the news regarding immigration here in the UK, so I’m anxious. (Whether or not this will affect me directly, I am not 100% sure because it seems the information changes by the hour.)
I worry about my health, and the health of my family and friends.
I worry about how I will support myself come January 1, 2015, and while that seems like a ways away, it’s really not.
I worry about money, so I’m anxious.
I’m worried about the new treatment the pain management team wants me on, so I’m anxious. (There will be a separate post about this later.)
I worry about, well there isn’t much I don’t worry about.
I’ve been to my GP and the solutions I’ve been given, I am not happy with. One, mainly because it requires change (and some work) and right now I am not sure I can handle it. I don’t know. My hopes is they can refer me to someone who can be a bit more help than the therapist I was assigned and who I broke up with.
Right now, I’ve got a cuppa and a Molly and that will just have to be enough.