Really, there are two things that help with my anxiety disorder: writing and music. I don’t have my piano in my apartment, so I write my way out of the anxiety attack, until my eyelids are too heavy and my fingers too tired to move anymore. When I have to narrow my focus, my brain doesn’t have the capacity to worry, worry, worry, and to indulge in every hypochondriacal fantasy it makes up.
Six hour anxiety attack.
5:30 AM. Still awake. Have to work in three and a half hours. Wheeee.
- Voter: Why would you ring our doorbell.
- Me: I --
- Voter: We're NOT INTERESTED.
- Me: Okay, tha--
- Voter: And the BABY is ASLEEP and you RANG THE DOORBELL.
- Voter: WHY did you DO THIS.