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What? Anxiety? You mean my thoughts are making me this sick?
I never thought I'd be praying for a medical condition.
I’d have taken an ulcer, a bit of stomach inflammation, a good dose of Celiac... anything that had a diagnosis.
It was unthinkable to me that I could be this sick from something so intangible. I expected something with a long weird latin name, a management plan and medication. But Anxiety? What the hell?
I'd lost 10 kilos in a matter of weeks. I was terrified to eat.
I was scared to go ANYWHERE for fear of the chronic nausea.
I was barely holding down a job.
My normal clothes were falling off me and I was hunting through stores for size 6 in ANYTHING.
How did I get to this point?
Well - a crazy amount of change. In a matter of months, I had moved to a new city with a new boyfriend, leaving my friends, family and everything I’d ever known behind.
I'd basically said goodbye to my independent life where I lived alone and had complete control over everything.
Suddenly I was living in a strange city.
With someone I didn’t really know.
In a new job.
With zero control over pretty much everything in my life.
I felt lost. Everything was uncertain. I kept asking myself “How did I get here?"
Enter Anxiety. She' been talking some serious shit'
She’s silent but she has a constant whisper.
She’s invisible but she has an overwhelming presence.
She’s subtle but she’s very convincing.
And slowly she had taken over my mind and my body without me even realising.
Her lies were persuasive. And never-ending.
“You don't belong here.
If this fails you will be left with nothing.
You are not qualified for this job and everyone will soon work that out.
You are in the big pool now... and you are a little fish.”
It was such a difficult realisation. I was essentially making myself sick.
I knew I couldn’t keep going like this, I had to do the work. I had to make myself realise that my anxiety was lying to me.
I needed to question every thought and challenge every fear.
I had daily “what is the worst case scenario” discussions in the mirror.
I still felt the panic. And then practiced stopping myself spiralling.
Slowly my voice was louder than hers. My words were more believable.
It was like coming to the surface after being stuck underwater.
20 years on, and I still have to practice everyday.
My anxiety never stops lying, but I’m getting better at calling out its bullshit.
So, here’s the best advice I can give you, and it’s something I tell myself daily -
Your Anxiety Is Lying To You.
Tell her to shut the fuck up. You've got this babe.