Dear Diary,

 

Anxiety has gripped me very hard today. 

This week in general.

 

 

I feel like as it is happening, my mind is re-living when my anxiety was this bad.

Lewis Wolpert once said: if you don't remember what severe depression is like, then you haven't experienced it - or something like that. I feel like that with anxiety. I feel like, I'm revisiting a part of my past with this anxiety. The worst part of my past. The part of my past I thought I was furthest away from. Why am I revisiting this, why am I re-living this anxiety? Why is this anxiety crippling me now?

 

I'm a different person now

 

but the seeds of those experiences are with me today...perhaps a more apt analogy, I've flowered from what I was back then.