Even if today is your worst day, it will end and you won’t have to live it again.

One of the things I try to tell myself when my anxiety gets so bad that I cannot breathe, is that it’s not the worst. There is always worse, may it have already proceeded me or perhaps it’s tomorrow – but it’s not right now. I suppose it’s calming to think that things aren’t THAT bad and they could be worse.

But then I find myself searching for the time it was worse and if I cannot find it then does that mean that it’s coming? Is the worst right now? Is the worst tomorrow morning? Will it sneak up on me? Will I know when I feel it? Will it let me know that it is the absolute worst?

What even is the absolute worst? The time you couldn’t stop crying for 5 hours straight because you couldn’t get out of bed that morning. Or maybe the time you planned to see your friends but you got off the bus only to be met with an undying sense of breathlessness accompanied by a hot flush and a dizzy feeling. No, it was definitely the time you ran panicked out of the middle of a lecture and fell face first down the stairs and into the shoes of the professor who looked sheepishly down at you whilst you tried not to be sick.

That was definitely your worst day so therefore every day after that day has been manageable. Yesterday and last Thursday and even tomorrow. Even if it was your last day you won’t have to live it ever again.