Beside the toilet. On the floor. In my bed. Under the dining room table. On the street. During a run. In the shower. At a casino.
I have lived with anxiety for the majority of my life and these are a few of the places where I have had debilitating anxiety attacks. In the midst of hyper-ventilating, crying and often shaking, I sometimes think, “What did I ever do to deserve this?”
Sometimes I wake up with a face so swollen from so many hours of crying, it looks like I had some type of severe allergic reaction.
It’s so honest. And vulnerable. And crazy empowering.
Scully, thank you for being so brave and giving your perspective on a topic we need to address more.