13/05/2026
Today I am doing my favourite self care activity... The theatre.
Now, I go on my own.
Do I feel self conscious? Not so much now, but I did!
Does my anxiety speak? Well yes, it always does. What if I take up too much space? What if I am too tall? What if I sit in the wrong place? (Despite triple checking my ticket) What if I have an anxiety attack and make a plonker of myself having to get out? (Despite me buying a seat on end of the row)
Now, this may seem a lot to someone who doesn't experience anxiety, but to those of you who are always accompanied by the anxiety gremlin in your brain, I can imagine this is pretty familier.
I did a risk assessment (because my anxiety is really trying to protect me!), I buy my tickets in advance so I can choose a comfy seat. I arrive early so I can settle and see what I ACTUALLY need.
I am also neurodivergent, and can become overwhelmed by my senses before I have a conscious awareness. I forgot my loops... but I can judge my needs when I allow myself to pause.
I WILL NOT push through my anxiety, if I am truly 'making' myself cope that will lead to exhaustion and eventually burn out.
This is supposed to be self care, not torture.
And you know what? My anxiety is chilling in the background, ready to communicate if something happens (actually happens. Not imagined) because I still need it to do its job, but I am good right now.
And excited.
Anxiety and excitement carry a lot of the same somatic experience for me.
Creative Counsellor