Hi everyone. Today I am doing a collaboration post with the lovely Melodie from http://melodiebenson.wordpress.com/ about anxiety, stress and our personal experiences of them. You can also find Melodie on twitter @Melodie_Benson
Last year, it felt as though my world was falling apart. I spent my days crying in bed, and the thought of getting up pained me. The biggest problem though, was that I didn’t know what I was crying about. I started to cry more each day, however with all of my uni deadlines at the time, I assumed it was just the stress of them!
My deadlines came and went, and university was finished for the Summer. So why was I still crying? Why was I getting worse? I had no idea.
I moved back home, wondering whether I was homesick, but no, that wasn’t the case. I carried on getting worse to the point where I would be happily sat down, and then suddenly burst into tears for no reason at all. Going out was the worst. The thought of going anywhere scared the hell out of me, and I would avoid eating until I was home.
I didn’t know what caused this, but it was an uncontrollable feeling. When I was still in uni, I couldn’t even pop to Tesco’s (which was literally a 2 minute walk from my flat) without being sick first. If I arranged to meet a friend, I would be violently sick before I left, and would have to try and control it whilst I was out so that they wouldn’t notice – which often proved impossible.