Imagine you are sitting comfortably in your favorite chair, woobie wrapped around you like a Jedi robe (as all woobies should be), a fluffy purring cat in a cuddle puddle in your lap, and you are watching a documentary about a subject that is of great interest to you.
Now imagine that right next to you, uncomfortably close, is your twin, holding a balloon very close to your ear with their right hand, and a pin in their left. They never take the balloon away. They give you no indication of when they will pop it, they may or may not pop it at all. Out of the corner of your eye you can see that balloon straining against the latex, looking far too inflated. You are waiting, growing exponentially skittish because it could happen at any moment! Go ahead and try to pretend it's not there. It will happen the second you forget it is there! CONSTANT VIGILANCE!!
And that, reader, is what it is like living with my brand of anxiety/panic disorder.
Before you even BEGIN to feel slightly sorry for me, know this: I like my life. I mean bunches and bunches I like my life. It's weird how you're not supposed to say that and actually mean it. What kind of unbearable braggart says that and means it?! Pffft. If you are the architect of your own space, you don't suck at life, kiddo. Be a little braggadocious. I'll be talking a lot here about why I like it.
If you think my balloon analogy sounds like there may be a slightly unhinged person on the other side of this blog then know this as well: 1 in 8 people in North America alone deal with some form of anxiety, ranging from mild performance-related anxious stress, to extreme zero-functioning hospitalization level disorder. Let me put it this way, if you're currently in a queue at the grocery store, someone in that line has this invisible disability and it is difficult for them . Or maybe it's you, if so, HELLO! I TOTALLY GET IT! OMG CAN YOU BELIEVE THE B.O. ON THE GUY IN FRONT OF YOU? LET'S BUY THIS CUPCAKE!
To be continued...
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