One of the benefits of working from home during these COVID times is that my experience of other humans is highly curated – read: I don’t get out much… and I had forgotten about how anxious I get in social situations ordinarily.
Soooooo… It’s not a debilitating anxiety – just a nagging sense of unease coupled with a feeling like I am talking too much… or saying too much or laughing too loudly… or sharing too much or … and the racing thoughts keep going. I had also forgotten the beginnings of the emotional hangover and how it can just stop me in my tracks. These are feelings I hadn’t felt in a long while…
I suppose one of the perks of working from home and social distancing, for me, has been the limited range of anxiety… limited anxiety has meant more energy… more energy has meant that I accomplish more… accomplishing more has meant that I feel so damn good about myself… feeling so damn good about me has literally kept me happy … and made me less self-conscious.
But today I went out of the house and had a nice early dinner. It was nice to be out and be in a social space. But now I have come back to my space feeling mildly assaulted by the racing thoughts and the feelings of falling short – they seem irrational but already fighting myself of this has exhausted me… I suppose after being alone for so long, it’s not unusual that I came back feeling assaulted by the vulnerability of being close to another human and sharing my thoughts.
It was fine in the moment. I was okay in the moment… it’s the after… the emotional hangover…