Full of adrenaline, I paced the room with a nervous energy that wouldn’t go away. I tried sitting down, but then instead of pacing I began wringing my hands and rubbing my arms and legs. My body seemed confused… searching for a movement, any type of movement, that would release the energy I was carrying. My mind was spinning, and I’m sure at some point my lips actually moved, mumbling in an attempt to process the flood of thoughts swirling through my brain. It started with one thing I was worried about, then snowballed forward into a torrent of unpleasant thoughts that consumed me with fear and worry. The restlessness extended into the night and I could hardly sleep. For some reason I just couldn’t relax. This might sound quite familiar to anyone who has battled anxiety.
Cloudy with a Chance of Phone Calls I was halfway through my commute home from work when the phone rang. I grabbed my cell to see who it was so I could decide if I felt like talking. I have never been one to talk on the phone or anywhere else much for that matter. I am an extreme introvert and most of my life is spent in blissful silence. My drive home was typically a calm and peaceful time spent unwinding and reflecting or listening to podcasts. I rarely spent that time talking on the phone unless my wife called with some update or an errand for me to run. But today was different.