My wife asked me to help her bleach her hair yesterday. On the surface such a straightforward task: part hair, paint on solution, work way through hair until done. But to someone with massive amounts of anxiety, it’s a minefield of negative possibilities.
My brain kept running through worst case scenarios, like what if I somehow cut her with the comb and got bleach in the wound… Really illogical stuff. It was especially bad before doing the actual thing. The lead up was way worse than the actual action of dying the hair. While doing it I mostly just felt awkward, as it’s not something I’d done before.
This is just one example of how anxiety often cripples me, leaving in its wake difficult obstacles to overcome in even straightforward tasks. It goes to show just how debilitating its heavy presence can be upon my mind and heart.