My anxiety was tested a great deal this weekend. I think I drove about 200 miles total this weekend. Maybe more. Here were the uncomfortable tasks:
1. Driving to the airport as a passenger.
2. Driving a cargo van from the airport to Santa Clara.
3. Loading the cargo van with boxes in hot weather.
4. Driving the cargo van from Santa Clara to Union City (30 miles).
5. Unloading the cargo van; weather was better in Union City though.
6. Driving the van from Union City back to Santa Clara (30 miles again).
7. Loading the van again.
8. Driving the van from Santa Clara to San Jose (15 miles).
9. Unloading the van.
10. Dropping off the van back at the airport and waiting at the airport to be picked up by Lyla.
11. Being a passenger in Lyla's car, picking up her friend in San Jose, dropping her friend off in a new area I've never been.
12. Passenger in Lyla's car Driving back to Santa Clara to pick up some final stuff.
13. Driving to San Jose in my own car.
The most difficult task by far was driving the cargo van to Union City. That sucker was huge. Plus it only had two windows in the front, but none in the back, so the blind spots made it difficult to change lanes. About halfway through the trip, I began to feel pretty nervous. I felt my hands go numb and my legs tingle. I also felt my stomach turn. By the time I got to Lyla's aunt's house, I was pretty shook up. But after that, I felt fine driving the van.
I just kept taking deep breaths and reminding myself that the symptoms cannot harm me and that eventually they pass. I feel like I can do so much more now.