Anxiety for me can be a real prick for me sometimes. An excellent example was yesterday, in which during class it struck. Having been force to leave class and head for the campus Councillors, I had to take a ten minute detour to a bathroom and empty my stomach. Shaking and cold sweat is also a memorable experience, which is usually followed by an hour or two of severe Depression as one blames themselves for having the Anxiety attack.
The thing is, I was fine up until the attack and for the life of me, I'm still not exactly sure what brought it on. That's the worse part for me, the fact that it hits you out of nowhere and it hits hard. Social Anxiety is something I've lived with for years (Hell, I've lived with Clinical Depression for over nineteen years now), but I've really only suffered these physically violent Anxiety attacks for the last year (from what I can remember at least, my memory about such things isn't the best) and it's the fact they can strike me at anytime that really concerns me.
Naturally, time spent both with the Councillor and alone helped calm me down, but had to go home and rest as I was in no state to start working on future solutions. Did get to spend my afternoon painting as part of my recovery, so yesterday wasn't a total waste.
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