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Anxiety sucks. That’s all. (Long-winded rant.)

I’ve had anxiety all my life. I was officially diagnosed with it in 2004 at the age of 14, when my grandmother got custody of me. Before her, no one cared enough to take me to the doctor.

Anyway, I’ve been on various medications since 2004 and I found a set that worked okay for a few years, now. I stupidly tried to come off of one (with my doctor’s permission) and sent myself into a spiral. On top of the anxiety, I also have OCD and depression. I’m basically a basket case, which I have long since accepted.

I’m starting counseling (again), and I went back on the medicine I tried to come off of (after an emergency doctor’s appointment). And, I picked up some CBD oil tablets to take at bedtime. So far, everything seems to be helping, for the most part.

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I still have bad days and bad times, like right now. Sorry for the long rant.

A photo of Jolene the Sunbird from back in March, when I had her detailed. For good measure. Of course, I can’t even enjoy Jolene many times because I’m too busy being scared that something catastrophic on it is going to break. Or that I’m going to get in a wreck and get killed since the car is basically a tin can.

Anxiety is something that permeates every aspect of your life. Road trips? I’m afraid of getting into a bad accident and losing or hurting my wife and son. Weather? I’m scared of hail totaling my car or a tornado ripping up my house. Health? Every headache - is it a tumor or an aneurism? Boss calls or asks me to come to her office - am I getting fired? It is never ending.

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