A Walking Wound

When I started the therapy process, I was hesitant to admit any of my past wounds. I wanted to focus on the present–find strategies to overcome all of the panic and anxiety I had been suffering from.

However, my amazing therapist had other plans. She knew that the reason I was experiencing panic and anxiety in the first place was because I had some kind of underlying trauma–even if I didn’t want to go there.

And then, despite all my hesitation, my panic led me there. I wanted to run and hide, but the expectation of possibly having to spill out my past threw me into a whole new level of panic. I found myself back on the phone, back in her office, much more quickly than I expected.

…Now what?

I’ve had the urge to write for days. But I haven’t known what to say.

I. AM. SO. CONFUSED.

The anxiety and IBS link

What comes first, the chicken or the egg?

Obviously, this is the classic impossible question. Over the last year, I have been asking myself a different version of this question:

What comes first, anxiety or the stomachache?