I can sense it further in advance these days.
Small shifts in my reactions to set backs.
A sleepless night or two.
The tweaks of anxiety.
The rumbles of familiar feelings. I know what’s coming.
A misunderstanding with a friend, a child suffering at school, the reality of making myself vulnerable.
And the storm begins.
Thoughts and emotions crash and collide as I try to breathe through the anxiety and nausea.
Everything feels too loud and too bright.
I want to hide.
Withdrawing into busy-ness, I wait.
Wanting and wishing.
For the storm to pass.
Do you wait for the storm to pass, or actively chase it away?