I woke up before my alarm went off this morning. My heart promptly started fluttering and my whole body buzzed with panic. I did some deep breathing and tried to calm myself and tried to enjoy waking up with time to spare. Lenore hopped up on the bed and I called her over for a snuggle and she indulged me.
Usually (and I say usually because this has been going on for about 3 months now, occasionally) once I start moving for the day, it totally dissipates. Today, the anxiety and panic lingered.
I got dressed in some comfortable clothing and my favorite socks, took my meds, got out of the house, got to work. I ate my breakfast, drank my coffee, hydrated. I took it slow, but forced myself to do the things that needed to be done and I was able to push through the haze. I tried some music. That music made me feel under attack, so I changed it to something more mellow and soothing.
Today started off pretty rough, but it’s smoothing out. I’m taking care of myself in little ways that add up.