Most of the time after I write about a bad day, that’s the end of it. That won’t be the case with my last post about Friday night. There’s more to be said.
The level of anxiety I experienced deserves some more explanation. It never rose to the level of a panic attack. If it had, I’d have been forced to interrupt dinner. Instead it was about as high as it could go while staying below panic attack level. I didn’t really realize how bad it was until after I got home and had the calming effect of some Xanax.
My sleep that evening was fitful, and I was so exhausted I didn’t wake up until about noon. My wife wanted to be sure I had something to eat, so she got me up. An hour or so later I was still feeling exhausted and feel back asleep. At 7:00 my wife woke me up again. We had dinner reservations at 8:00. I was still mostly comatose, but somehow she managed to convince me to get up and go out for dinner. I had a wonderful time and was so glad she so expertly maneuvered me into getting up.
I wanted to add this postscript for others who have experienced anxiety that terribly depleted them. It happens and there’s not much to do except accept it.