My extra dose of anxiety meds this evening slides down my throat as my pulse races once again.
Panic waits nearby, always hovering, crackling on the edges of my nerves.
For the last few weeks…things have been, bad, in regards to my anxiety.
I’ve been trying to deal… and for the most part, have kept the panic attacks at bay for now. But it’s just a matter of time.
I know it’ll happen, just not when.
So, I prepare.
I use the exercise to wear myself out every night, pushing myself to exhaustion.
It’s not just to keep the dreams away.
If I’m worn to a nub, there’s no adrenaline to push through my system…and no fuel for the panic to feed off of.
And this time…I know why my nerves are frayed.
The rejection from the last one started the spiral.
But – it was spiked by E.
He refuses to leave me alone, even though I’ve told him I’m finished. That I’m moving on with my life without him. I told him that I was through being manipulated, used, left behind. And that he needed to leave me alone from here on out.
He’s refusing to hear me.
Multiple attempts to call, at least on two occasions, he tried to call me – and when I rejected his “private number” and “unknown caller” calls, he rang back immediately – 12 times each day.
I’ve blocked his number, email, texts, etc., but when you make your # “private”? It rings through anyway… It’s stalking. Harassment. Meant to intimidate and manipulate.
I refuse to answer.
But…it reminds me that he will not stop.
Not until he gets what he thinks he wants.
And that makes my anxiety shoot up.
It makes me want to – at the same time – run for the hills and hide… And face him down and smash his face, force him to leave me alone.
I’m so sick of people trying to tell me who they think I should be, what I should do, what I should think, or feel.
I know who I am.
I know my own feelings.
I know what’s right for me.
And I’ll be damned if I’ll ever fucking apologize for any of that, ever again.
Yes, there’s more than one reason for that last statement, and no E isn’t the only reason. I’m not ready to go into the rest of it, just yet.
I’m pissed off, anxious, depressed, lonely and fed up. All at the same time.
It’s not easy trying to deal with all of this, but I will. I talk to the Beloved Nephew, but he’s not here…he’s states away, so I ride this wave alone. So I deal – On my own, because that’s just the way it works. I don’t ask for help until I’m bleeding out.
You should know this by now.
I think putting a like would be somehow wrong. I do however understand the need to talk to someone when all the anxiety begin to build up because of outside chaos.