I was going to post last night, but I had that tight band around my head feeling squeezing my poor exhausted brain.
I had a varied day yesterday with anxiety. I wanted to go out and further than my normal 1 mile radius. So Mr C drove to a village where they have a big antiques centre. Even the drive there was making me nervous.
I told Mr C to be prepared for me exiting in a hurry or not wanting to stay long.
An hour later and pleased as punch, I left the place calm and feeling normal and managed to browse and walk around if anxiety didn't exist.
And on that wave of confidence we stopped off at one of those small Tesco shops to get something I needed and went in on my own to get it.
Whoa, straight away, tunnel vision, wobbly legs and wanting to leave as soon as I was over the threshold.
So I stopped dead, pretended to look at something in the entrance and attempted towards the item I needed.
It felt like something was pulling me back like I was on reins. I couldn't even see my feet for the blurry vision.
Managed to grab the item which I could see as clear as day and stomped with my wobbly legs to the cash out. But that time I could feel the subsidence and managed eye contact with the cashier and by the time I got outside, I was absolutely fine.
Got in the car, told Mr C of my not so pleasant experience and went home.
So, for 3 hours I was perfectly ok and 3 minutes I was in hell. And I take that as encouraging and progression. Why?
Because two weeks ago, I couldn't even get out of the car for fear. So I'm happy to take that as a successful and encouraging day.