I had an anxiety attack today. Although I always feel a bit anxious, it’s not been this bad for some time. There were tears and a very brief violent outburst in which I slapped a wall very hard.
The trigger was work-related but the build-up was very probably a number of things, tied with a recent case of insomnia and when I did sleep, anxiety dreams.
I am very grateful to my boyfriend who was on messenger and just let me get things out of my system. Then I could channel the energy into something else. In this case, it was organising stock and sorting out displays. Thankfully the normal bout of self-loathing after this sort of thing was extremely brief, I basically berated myself for being so bloody stupid and then got on with things. Even now writing this, I’m trying not to dwell on it. It’s done, over, nothing I can do, move on.
