Anxieties a Bitch
I used to suffer the worst anxiety attacks ever. Which I’m totally ok with admitting because I know that anxiety is really only for the most intelligent of people.
Sometimes I thought I would vomit, thought I couldn’t breath, thought I was about to pass out and I would get the shittiest shakes. At times my life felt like impending doom was hovering over the top of me despite having nothing to really worry about. My friends actually got used to my anxiety and pretty much stopped flinching when they noticed me rocking in the corner breathing into a paper bag. “Where’s Con?” “Over there having a nervous breakdown” “Cool, she’ll be back in about 10” And what’s more annoying, it actually got worse after kids, only then I didn’t have my wolf pack so close by anymore So looking back I have been wondering lately where that went, how I moved past it and I’m pretty sure it fucked off with this piece of advice from an aunty. (Aunties are worth more then freshly laid dragon eggs, if you don’t have any you can borrow one of mine) You need to disempower your anxiety, you do this by questioning that very thing, it’s power. What is the worst that could happen with an anxiety attack? “stop breathing pass out, in public, sit down in car park, cry” Ok, so? If you stop breathing you probably will pass out, then you will start breathing again, the world goes on. Then what? “Hmmm nothing I guess” Guess what? People are kind. Anxiety tries to convince you that they are wankers, because anxiety is a wanker. People on the other hand want to help you. There are queens everywhere, just waiting to help you, to kick the shit out of your anxiety attack. Stop thinking that you need to hide it, be a fucking diva about it. “Back the fuck up everyone, this queen is having an anxiety attack, grab my kids and fan me bitches” I can pretty much guarantee that all the queens in woolies, Bunnings, David Jones will be there. With walkie-talkies saying “queen down, queen down, grab wine, queen down” By embracing your anxiety, your effectively disempowering it. Disempower the wanker, it can’t actually hurt you. It will leave when it realised that you aren’t afraid of it anymore. #likeaqueen #queenfest #fuckanxiety