Far too many mornings, I wake up feeling anxious and have to stage an in-depth mood intervention before I can face the day.
I KNOW I’m going to have a bad day if I wake up feeling Fizzy.
‘Fizzy’ is my catch-all term for the anxious, sometimes mildly suicidal, feelings that I often begin the day with, but that can crop up at any time, given the right/wrong stimuli.
Feeling Fizzy usually announces itself as a combination of a very slightly raised heart rate and marginally faster breathing – leading to a low-level, fidgety type of trembling within me and a nasty premonition that something is going to go wrong.
It can also present itself as unpleasantly intense brain activity very soon after waking – usually as an argument between two parts of my brain, over something quite irrelevant to my life.
But whatever the subject, one brain part generally flings an accusation that is unfair or unpleasant at me even before I am properly awake, and that sense of danger and defensiveness sets the tone for the day ahead.