After my bad day a couple of days ago, I thought I’d managed to get my anxiety back in order and was back to being confident to leave the house.
However, somehow it managed to show up again yesterday, and again today.
Anxiety is striking me every time I go further than the end of my street and last night I was unable to go into work to grab the keys for today’s shift.
But today, after much stress (and lots of doubt!), I am at work and have managed to open the shop up on my own. It’s a massive relief, not only for myself as a personal achievement, but also because my boss and colleague are currently in Barcelona so if I didn’t open the shop, the shop wouldn’t have opened!
So today I am happy, and my anxiety better be expecting more strength to come for tomorrow’s shift!