I’ve been feeling anxiety (tons of it) for the past week and a half. It seems to hit me the most when I got sleep or at night when things wind down. The last time I saw my shrink, she had given me some klonopin to help with them, but it just sucks that I’ve been having them. I was fine up until August 12th. Things happened on that day with my father (& Erik but that’s a completely different story). Both on the same day and my anxiety has skyrocketed. I was completely fine. No anxiety, no panic attacks, nothing. Then the 12th hits and bam.
I go to bed at night and my mind drifts to a million different thoughts. I start crying and I can feel my chest tightening. Not fun, whatsoever.