I went out with friends for bowling last night even though anxiety tried to talk me out of it. I felt nervous, my heart was racing, but I went anyway. I played, laughed, and actually enjoyed myself though there was some lingering anxiety. After coming back home, I felt the usual wave of fatigue and that drained, heavy feeling that hits after pushing through anxiety. I told myself to feel it because I want to keep living and doing things I love and enjoy. I am glad I showed up even with fear sitting quietly in the corner.
