By: Emily S
I sit there in my car, as I am parked outside my job. I do not hate my job, but my anxiety says otherwise. I can hear my heart pounding. I feel my hands getting cold and sweaty. I start feeling sick, but I try to take a couple of deep breaths. This became part of my daily, morning routine. The rush of adrenaline that runs through my body sends tears to my eyes, but I get out of my car, looking calm and in peace. I start walking, and feeling somewhat less anxious. Taking more deep breaths and counting my footsteps helps in distracting myself. This is what I struggle with almost everyday. This is my story about my anxiety.