As I write this its nearly 10am, at 1.30pm I have a meeting with my son’s new school. This might not seem a big thing, however, my partner is at work, when we go in, my son is going to be taken to his class and I have to go and adult.
There are going to be other parents there, lots of them, a whole group of them in fact.
I am not looking forward to this and its one of those things that not going is not an option. If I was going through a depressive stage I probably would convince myself otherwise, but I am not. I am just anxious and I hate this feeling, I hate feeling sick at the thought of being in a crowd.
Also it mucks up my routine.
But this is what its like everyday for people who suffer from anxiety, its not as simple as just feeling nervous that you are meeting new people. Its literally worrying for hours over something which you cannot change