Victory is mine, my friends!
Just in case you were thinking of sending me an emergency care package of paper bags and pills (and perhaps an award for outstanding alliteration), I can now exclusively reveal the sequel to Thursday's plaintive pre-travel post.
*Clears throat nervously*
I, uh, had a fantastic time.
A couple of panic attacks here and there, and a bit of pill popping, but overall everything was wonderful and shiny and amazing and fabulous. Who would've thunk it? Certainly not old jitter-bowels Viv.
I was chatting to the boyfriend about it - describing my triumphant return from the panic spiral, and I said:
'I'm like one of those things, you know, those things that keep on boinging back...what are they called?
'A phoenix?'
'No, a round, squat thing - the pushy-over things that you can never push over completely'
'A weeble?
'Yes! A weeble! Weebles wobble but they don't fall down!'
'Really? I see you as more of a beautiful phoenix, rising from the ashes...'
'No. A weeble. I feel more like a weeble. I am a surprisingly resilient, surprisingly svelte, surprisingly wobblesome-but-never-falling-down weeble'
So there you have it kids. You can pick your side - phoenix or weeble - depending on your tastes, but the result is still the same. Every day you pick yourself up and keep on plugging on, your triumphant inner phoenix/weeble soars.
So take that to the war against panic bank and bank it!
Repeat after me: 'I am a weeble warrior not a feeble worrier...'
Repeat after me: 'I am a weeble warrior not a feeble worrier...'
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You made it! Welcome to the wonderful world of weebles and weevils. Give me some feedback lovely lady - it's whisper quiet on the old comments boards at the moment...
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I am so glad you had a lovely time. Its so annoying. I was like you, I used to be life and soul of the party now I sit worrying about going to a friends house for tea. Grrrrrrrr. I think you are right though, its like the train journey you had(or getting back on a horse) We just have to keep doing it and then it will become normal again.
(i am lying on sofa watching horror films at 2.13 so am not doing much practising!)xx
Eeek, what are you doing watching horror films woman?! You really want to feel more terrified than you already do?! Get thee off that sofa Ms Posie, or at least watch something lovely and beautiful and funny instead!
I have banned myself from watching (or reading) anything remotely scary - I genuinely think it's helped, so I highly recommend. And remember - your friends love you as you are - so don't feel worried or ashamed about your anxiety when you're with them. They are a safe place to be!
Oh its okay, I am not on sofa with anxiety. I am on sofa with broken leg...which is FAR more preferable to broken leg.
Funnily enough I have no anxiety at all about broken leg or the three days in hospital that occured from it and everything else that goes along with it. But the thought of a family party in two weeks fills me with dread. Go figure.
Weeble was my school nickname, which I was mortified by. I took it to mean I was small and round and was very upset, however, looking at photos of that time shows me I was tiny, super tiny, no fat at all, so, I don't quite understand why. Maybe I was good at not falling over! I preferred my other nickname - Crasher Crowley - given because of my awesome Rounders swing!
@Anonymous - Get well soon lady, and best of luck with the family party (I prescribe champagne and rescue remedy, in large quantities).
@Sara - Crasher Crowley - how awesome! I will try to encourage our mutual friends to start calling you that from now on. I didn't really have any nicknames at school, so am quite envious of your fabulous one.
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