A little intrusive boy...

Okay, now it's been quite a break since I last posted that previous Living with Anxiety chapter. And I had pretty a reason for that. Doubts regarding the fact if I'm really ready to get feedback from other anxiety/panic attacks warriors... I mean if I'm ready to get to know pretty deep details from other warriors without letting their words affect me and turn into sort of obsession... I know, I know crucial here is not to compare your story to other mental-warrior ones (a major point to outline btw) but that's the thing with anxiety, you never truly know what word might get stuck in your head.


Anyways, I shared my idea-slash-decision of blogging about my anxiety with my psychotherapist (been working with her over past 4 months; one more major point to outline) and she said it's a super important and good step. A worth-much step, in many senses. So, yes, as long as I already started my 'Living with Anxiety' story then there's no way back.


And today I want to picture my anxiety as a real creature with its own sort of characteristics. You now. Ever since I got to know about these special features of my mind I started researching this whole thing - I mean reading through different sources and articles - and there was one article where author stated that looking at your anxiety as a different personality can be helpful. Even like communicating with it and so on. Not sure if the last point won't push you to multiple personalities thing... but we all have our own ways of managing anxiety...


So my anxiety feels like that little intrusive boy. Because, you know, it's little boys who tend to pinch and punch and everything this way (it's their way of showing feelings off). And it's little because it doesn't feel too heavy (especially comparing to panic attacks thing), so, yes, it feels like that boy is just sitting on my shoulders and gets into that intrusive-slash-annoying mood from time to time. Still this little fellow seem to be a good boy in general terms, who's eager for some attention and wants to get that candy by all means (if you know what I mean). Even if it takes driving me crazy.



Photo: T. Egorova


A little intrusive boy...

Okay, now it's been quite a break since I last posted that previous Living with Anxiety chapter. And I had pretty a reason for that. Doubts regarding the fact if I'm really ready to get feedback from other anxiety/panic attacks warriors... I mean if I'm ready to get to know pretty deep details from other warriors without letting their words affect me and turn into sort of obsession... I know, I know crucial here is not to compare your story to other mental-warrior ones (a major point to outline btw) but that's the thing with anxiety, you never truly know what word might get stuck in your head.


Anyways, I shared my idea-slash-decision of blogging about my anxiety with my psychotherapist (been working with her over past 4 months; one more major point to outline) and she said it's a super important and good step. A worth-much step, in many senses. So, yes, as long as I already started my 'Living with Anxiety' story then there's no way back.


And today I want to picture my anxiety as a real creature with its own sort of characteristics. You now. Ever since I got to know about these special features of my mind I started researching this whole thing - I mean reading through different sources and articles - and there was one article where author stated that looking at your anxiety as a different personality can be helpful. Even like communicating with it and so on. Not sure if the last point won't push you to multiple personalities thing... but we all have our own ways of managing anxiety...


So my anxiety feels like that little intrusive boy. Because, you know, it's little boys who tend to pinch and punch and everything this way (it's their way of showing feelings off). And it's little because it doesn't feel too heavy (especially comparing to panic attacks thing), so, yes, it feels like that boy is just sitting on my shoulders and gets into that intrusive-slash-annoying mood from time to time. Still this little fellow seem to be a good boy in general terms, who's eager for some attention and wants to get that candy by all means (if you know what I mean). Even if it takes driving me crazy.



Photo: T. Egorova

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