Is this situation familiar to you? After a period of extreme anxiety or physical torment, you end up surviving and feel like you can take on the entire damn world? I know I sure as hell do right now.
For the past two weeks, I had been developing extremely bad anxiety based off logical conclusions my mind had come to. I couldn't sleep at night. My dreams were beginning to become constant nightmares. There would be moments where I had trouble breathing. Hell, I couldn't even eat yesterday. It had gotten to the point where I was bolting to the shower and desperately turning on the water, just so I could get rid of that choking cold feeling that was spreading throughout my body.
And then I wake up after passing out. All that anxiety begins to slip away. I'm able to eat once again, and now the only pain I have is in my back from lying down to much. I think part of the reason why is because I opened the dish-washer and had a giant ass cockroach sitting in there, startling the hell out of me and pumping in some adrenaline.
Whatever the reason, I know one thing: I'm not back to my old self. I'm better then before, and I intend to prove it. [censored] does it feel good to have that confidence back.
So has this ever happened to anyone? If so, tell us your story. Maybe you can inspire some of the shlocks that like to preach "There exist no hope for the human race!" in the process.