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Miau5115
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PathStep 18 Compassion hearts10 Forum posts10 Forum upvotes10 Current upvotes10 Age GroupAdult Last activeMay, 2020 Member sinceMarch 13, 2020
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New here
Newbie Hub / by Miau5115
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April 7th, 2020
...See more I'm new. I love being able to just get my thoughts out, but part of my anxiety is worrying what others will think of what I'm saying. It feels really nice when someone comments and says that they know exactly how you're feeling and that they've been there too. It's a feeling of finding what you've been looking for for so long. It's an immense comfort in a time of need.
The World is Ending
Anxiety Support / by Miau5115
Last post
March 24th, 2020
...See more I was driving home from my boyfriend's apartment an hour ago. It was 11pm, the sky was dark and the stars were covered by clouds. The lights of the city gave the clouds and eerie glow. A part of the sky was so dark I couldn't distinguish where the sky ended and where the mountains began. It looked as if darkness was flooding the town below me, as I came to the top of a hill overlooking the town, in a creepy crawl of thick clouds. People sped past me in other cars, passing me left and right even though I was already going well above the speed limit. Then, the panic set in. My chest tightened first. Making me feel like it wouldn't expand enough to let air into my lungs for just a second longer than comfortable. My throat started to burn just slightly and my breath came quicker. I started thinking about how I should get home to my parents if anything went wrong. "I know the way on the main roads by heart...but maybe it would be best to take the backroads? But I don't know the backroads, what turn was it I was supposed to make again? What if I got lost in the twisting mountain roads in the dark and never made it?" At that moment I realized I was scaring myself into being more anxious. So I took a deep breath...and then more cars passed me moving past at 85-90mph in a 65 and I couldn't help but feel this intense need to speed up. To get home. To just be somewhere. But I didn't speed up. I tried to think of anything I might need to do or could have missed. And I realized I just needed to talk to someone. Anyone. This virus is turning my well structured schedule on its head and I feel like I'm drowning in a sea of "what-ifs" like the waves are pounding down on me one after another with no room to breathe between them.
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