So, my anxiety has adapted to my coping strategies. I used to be able to recognize when an anxiety attack was approaching, and I could take the necessary action to stop it. That usually meant taking a Xanax. I recognized about 20 or 30 minutes ago that I was in the middle of an attack, and frantically began the search for my meds. I checked the desk where they usually are and couldn't find them, checked around the floor, etc. In the process I learned today that humans can scare the crap out of spiders. While on the floor searching, I came face to face with a web, complete with spider. Poor little thing was terrified. I watched it scramble on it's web for a few seconds before I decided that the pills weren't there and moved on. In the end they were on a slightly different spot on my desk. Isn't anxiety fun? Still, it was funny watching the spider be the one to panic for a change.
