Anxiety.

How I know my anxiety is affecting me.

I was driving on Ring Road and looked over at the rail crossing where a semi had collided with a train and started thinking about what I would do if I ever was sitting waiting for a train to go by and got rear ended. In turn causing a collision with the train. Then it turned into what I would do if I lost an arm in an accident such as that. I wouldn’t be able to work in my field of choice any longer.

The thoughts just kept spiralling. How would I put my hair in an elastic? How would I change my daughters diapers? If I lost my dominant arm, how hard would it be to learn how to write nicely again and maybe I should start practicing.

Next thing I know, I am two exits past where I wanted to be and have to back track quite a bit.

I hate days like this.