Last week was not pleasant for me. I had what I’ve decided to call a mild but long-lasting panic attack. I was so full of nervous energy that I couldn’t focus on anything, and felt very worried and anxious for no discernible reason, and had trouble sleeping too. It’s not an experience I care to repeat. However, out of that came this page.
The text teads:
“Check Facebook. Check Facebook again. Pick up the knitting. Put down the knitting. Stand up, pace the room, sit down. Check Facebook. Pick up the book. Put down the book. Round and round in circles, too nervous and tense to sit still, and for no reason at all. At night, I couldn’t sleep. I’d lay awake in bed, willing myself to drift off, till nearly dawn, and then wake up at noon, groggy from the heat, and just as anxious. This lasted for three days, and it was awful.”
[Edit: Five minutes after posting, the song “Times” by Tenth Avenue North popped into my head. I wish I’d thought to listen to it last week.]