Lostmyhead – Having Anxiety Abroad

Since arriving in London, I have been living quite the dream: traveling from country to country, dropping into museums like it’s my job, and going out with my friends for cheap drinks and a good time. Oh yeah, and going to school. It has all been a lot of fun and games since September—until one Saturday night in Copenhagen.

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I was so excited to go on this adventure to Denmark. Copenhagen is beautiful, and I could not wait to see Mads. Ben, Ryan, Luke, and I flew out on Friday morning, and when we arrived in the city (though we could not check in to our hostel yet), we were not homeless! After checking in and waiting for Jaci and Becca to find the hostel (since they had taken a different flight), we met Maddie by City Hall. I haven’t been that excited to see someone in such a long time. I definitely let my friends fall behind so Mads and I could catch up—texting every other day could not live up to an in-person chat. She showed us a Christmas Market nearby, where we got some warm holiday drinks that put Starbucks to shame. A Gingerbread Latte is delicious, but Glogg tastes like Christmas. There is really no other way to describe it. After that, it was time for some street food, which meant going to an indoor farmer’s market-type place. I am not kidding when I say that fries deep-fried in duck fat are a thing. A good thing. Back at our hostel, we played cards games and got drunk—per the usual.

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The next day we did a little sightseeing: the view from the spire of the Parliament building was spectacular. You could see Sweden! Three-hundred-sixty degree view of the city, with Maddie pointing out all the important buildings and sights. Then came some coffee and a cool library, followed by a walk to the Little Mermaid statue in the harbor, which was nice to see but not too exciting. The lighting was perfect, though, so we got some good snaps.

Now, here is where things take a turn for the not-so-great. I did not want to get too drunk, since a whole bottle of wine Friday night may not have been the best choice, so I stuck with a bottle of Smirnoff Ice. Just one. We played Thumper, a fast-paced drinking game that involves a lot of clapping. I was out of my drink by that point, so the game gave me some anxiety—but not necessarily the bad kind. I kept losing, but it was okay. I was okay.

I don’t know when exactly the switch flipped, but the next thing I remember is laying my bed. My feet were freezing, and my back was hurting a lot. I was just watching my squad having fun, teasing each other, climbing from bed to bed (the bunk bed situation made for quite the jungle gym), and having a great time. It was almost hard to watch since I was so miserable. Nausea hit me, as well, and tears prickled my eyes. I had already decided that I didn’t really want to go out, but Becca and Jaci wanted me to rally.

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“If this song doesn’t get you to rally, then I know it’s over.” These are the words Becca said to me before she played a song by The Maine, my weakness. Well, it got me out of bed and ready to get the rest of my night going. I still was not at one hundred percent, but I was not about to let a little anxiety and some pain ruin my trip. No, sir. So I rallied and went out with my friends.

Only on the walk to the club, all my energy was gone, and I just wanted to go home. I felt like I was going to throw up—not just nausea, I could taste the bile and stomach acid. No part of me wanted to socialize with my too-drunk friends, so I walked alone in the cold, near tears. I wanted to snap at every little thing they said, regardless of what it was. I wanted to scream for it all to stop. So when we got to the club, I immediately was ready to turn around and go home. I thought I would go alone—it would have been ideal for the mood I was in—but Jaci, Ben, Becca, and Ryan all walked back home, too. No one had really wanted to go out in the first place.

So I walked alone again while my friends paired up behind me. I don’t know if I liked it or if I didn’t. I don’t know if I wanted my friends to talk to me or not. I was silent, but the screams were far too loud in my head. Ryan and Becca tried to link arms and skip with me. No part of me wanted to be there. My face and my hands and my feet were numb from the cold, and my mind was numb from the world. I could barely breathe, and I couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

This was bound to happen. You knew it. I knew it. We all knew it.

I haven’t had an anxiety attack in a while. I have had moments where I thought I might, but I have fought it off. I am so happy living here. Quite a few people have told me they have never seen me like this. They’re not wrong: I don’t know when I have ever felt this happy and this free. London has had such a strange and wonderful effect on me, and I am not saying this place is too good to be true, but my subconscious has been waiting for this ball to drop. Maybe my conscious was, too.

Saturday night was not a good one, but I don’t think that it happening was a bad thing. I would not call it a good thing, of course, but definitely not a bad thing. I haven’t had to deal with her in such a long time that I forgot what to do when she forced her way out. I was lost that night, and I did not like it. But it reminded me of everything I have fought to become the woman I am now.

I have been living such a fabulous life abroad that this anxiety brought me back to earth. It was a reality check, for sure. When I return to the States, things are going to be different—that is stating the obvious. I have been afraid of going back because my Good Day streak here outnumbers any streak I had going before. I am afraid of not having the freedom I have in this city. I am afraid that this is all a dream, and I am going to wake up and be ten years old, about to embark on a long and dark journey I don’t think I can live through again. And the days following my anxiety attack…well, I keep thinking I might have one again. No, I am not sitting here waiting for it, but the fear is there.

“I will be.”

That was my answer to the question, “Are you okay?” that night.

At that moment, I felt powerless and broken, unable to feel anything but the wind stinging my face. But I knew that I just had to wait it out, keep breathing and everything would be fine. I would be fine.

And the next day when we took a spontaneous trip to Sweden? I was a great.

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With about a month left, do I expect another anxiety attack? No, I don’t expect one, but it could happen. I am certainly not going to stop living my life and wait for it. I am done doing that. My life is in my hands, and I intend on doing great things.

So take that anxiety.

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