Most people don't understand Generalized Anxiety Disorder (GAD). It is an anxiety disorder characterized by chronic anxiety, exaggerated worry, and tension, even when there is little or nothing to provoke it. People with GAD can't seem to shake their concerns. Since I have constant racing thoughts, it just gives my mania something to do. Worry!
I travel a lot so I usually worry that my plane is going to crash and I'll be killed. I sit in airports wondering if I should call my kids and say goodbye. Then I worry that if I do call them, will I be jinxing myself.
One time my job sent me to New Jersey. I thought great, no airplane crash this trip. I can drive. After driving for an hour up I-95, it suddenly hit me. Oh my God! I'm going to be killed in a terrible car accident.
On the other hand. It was not a lonely drive. I had my mental illnesses to keep me company. How many people can count on that?
On the way to Pittsburgh, I had to change planes in Cleveland. I switched from a jet to a puddle jumper. A prop plane. I hate those things. I was in seat 1A. Right next to the left propeller.
It was only a half hour flight but the whole trip I kept thinking if anything goes wrong and this plane goes down, that propeller is going to cut through this plane and slice me up faster than a chef in a Japanese restaurant. It was the longest half hour of my life.
I was so glad to finally arrive at the hotel. I was at my destination in one piece. I checked in and was given a room on the 8th floor. I went in the room, dropped off my bags, and went to the elevator to go to the drugstore. I got on the elevator, the door closed, and then it hit me.
If something goes wrong with this elevator, it's a long way down to the basement!
I travel a lot so I usually worry that my plane is going to crash and I'll be killed. I sit in airports wondering if I should call my kids and say goodbye. Then I worry that if I do call them, will I be jinxing myself.
One time my job sent me to New Jersey. I thought great, no airplane crash this trip. I can drive. After driving for an hour up I-95, it suddenly hit me. Oh my God! I'm going to be killed in a terrible car accident.
On the other hand. It was not a lonely drive. I had my mental illnesses to keep me company. How many people can count on that?
On the way to Pittsburgh, I had to change planes in Cleveland. I switched from a jet to a puddle jumper. A prop plane. I hate those things. I was in seat 1A. Right next to the left propeller.
It was only a half hour flight but the whole trip I kept thinking if anything goes wrong and this plane goes down, that propeller is going to cut through this plane and slice me up faster than a chef in a Japanese restaurant. It was the longest half hour of my life.
I was so glad to finally arrive at the hotel. I was at my destination in one piece. I checked in and was given a room on the 8th floor. I went in the room, dropped off my bags, and went to the elevator to go to the drugstore. I got on the elevator, the door closed, and then it hit me.
If something goes wrong with this elevator, it's a long way down to the basement!
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