My Anxiety Hit the Fan

In 2015, I was diagnosed with Anxiety and Depression. It has been difficult. I like to think that I am pretty good at managing my disorders, until shit really hits the fan a few times a year. These past few weeks (or really, months now), that shit has truly hit the fan. I can’t sleep. I can’t focus. I am sabotaging friendships by either completely pushing them away or clinging on to them for dear life. I am constantly in a state of panic for absolutely no reason. Honestly, it feels like there’s a heavy weight sitting on my chest every single second of the day. I am trying to be better: I set out a routine, I have been going on long walks, I am pursuing passion projects- heck I even scheduled in personal hygiene time. But, so far nothing has really helped.