Every day I stand at my mirror. I don’t have anxiety, I’m fine. Flips hair, I am just fine.
Every day I get in my car. I’m fine, I am just fine.
Is that a snowflake? My stomach tightens.
Does that car want over here? My mouth gets dry.
Does that truck see me? My heart pounds.
Every day I get to my office. I’m fine, I am just fine.
Is my boss mad at me, he looks mad. I start sweating.
Is my coworker going to even talk to me today? I feel shaky.
Will I screw up? I want to cry.
I’m fine, I am just fine.
#ThisIsWhatAnxietyFeelsLike – the hashtag heard around the world.
PS Do you want to participate? Tweet using the hashtag #ThisIsWhatAnxietyFeelsLike or follow Sarah Fader on Twitter to see what others are saying!
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hugs
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Hugs to you also ❤
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That’s awesome, thank you.
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What a horrible way to have to live, being constantly bombarded by feelings of anxiety.
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
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It is, but following this hashtag on the weekend tells me I have it pretty easy 🙂 Thanks for reading!
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No matter how anyone else has it, doesn’t mean you have it easy. Don’t dismiss how you’re feeling.
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That’s so true, thank you 🙂
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I loved this and am going to check out your hashtag to find out more about this. Cheers
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Thank you 🙂 PS It’s Sarah’s hashtag 🙂
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oops… will follow her!! sorry!
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That is so ok!!! I would love to take the credit for it, but damn, it’s too much awesome 🙂
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🙂
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I know this. What a great write, and Sarah is a badass supahstar.
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Thank you, and yes, she is.
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My thoughts usually go in the opposite direction except for 18-wheelers, big busses and trains. When some car, about the same size as mine or smaller, looks like it wants the space my car occupies, I remind myself that I can turn my car into a bullet that weighs several thousand pounds.
When in combat, no one knows who will survive. You just have to be willing to fight if someone attacks.
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eek, and what streets are you driving on? hahaha 🙂
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Mostly in an area east of San Francisco known as the East Bay. :o) I also prefer to drive between morning rush to work and the afternoon crawl home.
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Ok 🙂 I’ll stay round here hahaha
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This is written so well!!!
My daughter suffers from anxiety and she can totally relate to this.
Hugs to you! I know its a very hard thing to deal with .
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Thank you! Hugs back 🙂
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Beautifully and realistically captured.
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Thank you, that means a lot 🙂
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I don’t suffer from anxiety and so I used to ask to those who suffer: “What are you worried about.” I’ve learned that is the wrong question because there is no absolute answer. Anxiety is about anxiety.
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Omg I am so glad you wrote this. These are things that happen to me with anxiety and no one gets it. So so wish other people just got it!
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Thank you and me too. Join the twitter party and find like minded peeps 🙂
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I don’t have twitter. Maybe I need to branch out!
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Twitter is the best 🙂
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Yes people with anxiety will understand. I hate it when people say stop worrying about what others think. If only it’s that easy to control it….
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Sucks some days 🙂
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Mine manifests differently. I don’t worry much about what others think…but the thoughts race and scream “what if” in every possible language, all night long.
And they hide under food. I’m anxious about weighing more. Getting fat. Being fat Fat rolls. Too much ketchup, too many chips. The food hides the real problem and weight becomes the problem. Food becomes the enemy I fight several times a day…and the false friend that helps me avoid fighting the real problem, so I can never win.
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Wow. I totally get that about the food, especially since I’ve put weight on. Thanks for saying that. 🙂 (good I’m not alone)
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Food seems to help while you’re eating it….and the minute I’m done, I hate myself again….
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Aw I’m sorry. Hugs
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Meh, it’s my life, I’ve adapted…. 🙂
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Hugs
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I have a child with anxiety – if you don’t suffer it can be really hard to understand and not be dismissive (but I’m working on that, though we don’t feed the anxiety either) Not heard of this campaign but probably a good idea to help people ‘get it’ and work out what helps #Stayclassymama
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Thanks for coming 🙂 and yes, it is hard to understand if you haven’t been there.
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I find for me it’s food, as in fear of weight gain, and also people. I can go weeks feeling fine, then a single comment or look or thought… and for weeks after I feel so disconnected, convinced the whole world hates me, doesn’t want me around, secretly thinks poorly of me. It is hard. thank you for sharing so honestly. xx #stayclassymama
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Eek, been there, that’s for sure 🙂
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This is a great hashtag so is trying to raise awareness of anxiety as it is a horrid creature. I have had it since I was 15 and cant recall not being this way, your poem is very apt. Little unexplainable things trigger it, you are constantly on a heightened state of alert, nowadays me relaxed makes me anxious as I am not used to feeling calm. My worst thing is health anxiety, especially since having my son. Big love to you honey. Thank you for linking to #stayclassymama xx
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Aw I’m sorry to hear. Hugs and thanks for coming 🙂
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You hit the nail on the head! How often do I watch my daughter ride off on her motorbike and feel physically sick wondering if she’s dead in a ditch, when she’s happily at work the whole day… There is a danger in bikes, but anxiety blows it out of proportion. Like wondering if my younger daughter made it to college on the college bus… The physical symptoms of anxiety are just as bad as the mental ones. definitely needs higlighting, great post! ❤
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Oh jeez. Bikes eh? Ya a lot of my friends and my sister ride. It’s quite terrifying. Ugh.
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Great post. I tell myself not to get anxious, then I internalized it and it came out in other forms. Oh well, nice meeting you fro Jason’s M&G. I’m Miriam and blog at:
https://theshowersofblessing.wordpress.com/about-me/
Please come visit!!!
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Hi!! I’ll visit for sure 🙂
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Come over anytime! *°• ♥ •°*
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ugh yes this is so accurate.
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Right?
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Was this a diagnosis…🙈
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Sometimes I have to take an uber to work because it’s hard to drive when you’re all shakey from anxiety.
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Aw. I’m sorry. Driving is the worst.
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If I could afford to never drive myself anywhere again I 100% would.
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I’m just as bad as a passenger actually, maybe worse.
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