I 🫶🏻 you guys, but let’s not make this a thing, okay?

I’d been feeling off for a couple of days. My anxiety presenting itself in ways that I had forgotten about. …ways that I hadn’t had to deal with in months.

I’m not revealing the actual numbers here because I don’t want the concern (I am okay), but my blood pressure got so high that it instantly triggered a panic attack to erupt within me last night after I could let me guard down.

This morning, there was still elevation, which prompted me to check in with my doctor. They made room for me, and saw me immediately despite a full waiting room…which I actually felt bad about.

At that point I almost felt “normal”, but the numbers revealed otherwise. My EKG revealed no damage due to the spike and no blockages, which was very reassuring.

Tomorrow I start BP meds that should 🤞🏻 make things quiet down a bit inside. (I have emergency BP meds I can take should another major surge present itself.) But she’s been right here ever since I got back


and it’s probably going to be where she ends up being all night. I’m more than okay with that.


I was feeling fine. Great actually. Until I wasn’t and that’s sort of how it’s been for me ever since anxiety decided to grab a hold of the wheel years ago. There’s never a cure it seems. Only an acceptance of its role in my life and what it can supercharge while I’m not looking. Good times.