Thanks for your newsletter- you really made a lot of sense - I currently can't even begin to put my state of mind into words but yours have brought me some small comfort.
Looking forward to your next two outings in the X world - that Excalibur cover is.. !!! And those cos play outfits.. amazing! Take care x
I wouldn't say my anxiety has a voice but a feeling. I don't go to therapy, currently unemployed and really trying to get out there again, but the world is.... the world right now. My anxiety is best like an ocean. At night when I sleep it often feels like I'm constantly drowning, in the sheets, without the sheets, in my pillow. The other night, I had a voice of some sorts, but it was more of me talking I guess. It told me something that shook me the wrong way up and made me pull an all nighter the next night, afraid I might hear it again.
One day, I'll have to buckle down and talk this out officially, but it is nice to know that we've all got these things that just leech off us.
My anxiety brain never really had a movie character voice, but I used to call them "Donnie" after the Fall Out Boy song 'What A Catch, Donnie' ("I've got troubled thoughts and the self esteem to match"). I used to imagine my panic attacks as a bear that only I could see, hence why everyone never knew what to do when things went bad. But now I'm seeing a new therapist who gave me a new diagnosis and I'm sort of in the middle of recontextualizing everything.
Thanks for your newsletter- you really made a lot of sense - I currently can't even begin to put my state of mind into words but yours have brought me some small comfort.
Looking forward to your next two outings in the X world - that Excalibur cover is.. !!! And those cos play outfits.. amazing! Take care x
I wouldn't say my anxiety has a voice but a feeling. I don't go to therapy, currently unemployed and really trying to get out there again, but the world is.... the world right now. My anxiety is best like an ocean. At night when I sleep it often feels like I'm constantly drowning, in the sheets, without the sheets, in my pillow. The other night, I had a voice of some sorts, but it was more of me talking I guess. It told me something that shook me the wrong way up and made me pull an all nighter the next night, afraid I might hear it again.
One day, I'll have to buckle down and talk this out officially, but it is nice to know that we've all got these things that just leech off us.
My anxiety brain never really had a movie character voice, but I used to call them "Donnie" after the Fall Out Boy song 'What A Catch, Donnie' ("I've got troubled thoughts and the self esteem to match"). I used to imagine my panic attacks as a bear that only I could see, hence why everyone never knew what to do when things went bad. But now I'm seeing a new therapist who gave me a new diagnosis and I'm sort of in the middle of recontextualizing everything.