I woke up yesterday with that weighed feeling of dread. And as I laid there trying to place the reason for the feelings, questioning whether I had words with someone the night before or some sort of conflict, it suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks. No. There were no words or conflict, just
You know the type of anxiety attack I’m talking about. We’ve all been there. The shortness of breath, the tightness in the chest, the world closing in, the dread in the pit of your stomach (that’s always the worst for me), the hotness on the back of your neck, or breaking out into uncontrollable sweat.