You know whats weird?

Awareness.

I went to a poker game last night.. and that's quite a bit for me really.  I don't know if you've ever sat at a poker table in a poker room surrounding.  Its kind of crowded, little stuffy, loud, tons of action and lots of things to focus on.  But I still like playing poker, and I went with one of my "safe" friends (you anxiety folks know what I mean) so I thought I'd give it a try. 

I've been surprising myself a little lately, even after the horrible week I had the previous week, I'd call this week a definite plus.. maybe a 7 out of 10.  Ten not being normal by any means.. 10 being what I'd call a good week of working on myself.  (Ok, maybe an 8 to 8.5.  I did work several days, and actually went and had dinner with an internet friend of mine.  That alone is worth a point and a half)

But back to awareness.  Sometimes when I'm really into something, like poker, or internet friends, I can completely forget all that back ground buzz of anxiety and panic in my head.   Also, I felt like I wanted to be fully alert so I didnt fall back on the Xanax for an added cushion.. though  did up-dose for the internet "meeting".
Well, I didnt do all that well at poker.  I was all over the board with my thoughts and obsessions.  I didn't concentrate on the flow of the game.. I couldnt keep my eyes looking down, I certainly couldnt keep my mouth shut (nervous chatter has always been one of my anxiety barometers),  and really stayed in a very keyed up state of being, both physically and mentally. Barometrically speaking I don't know if I am HIGH pressure during that time, because thats usually clear skies, or LOW pressure because thats stormy and out of control.. but I was on an edge one way or the other.

What was weird though was that I could see it going on, like I was witnessing myself.  Weirder that I couldn't stop it.. like a huge ball rolling down hill, even though I clearly and obviously saw the entire process controlling me.  In a way, the fact that I was observing was keeping me from blowing a fuse, though I clearly was not comfortable, in a way I was participating in my event, instead of just riding through it.

That just has me weirded out.. not so much in a bad way.   Is this a start of how you get better?   In a way I wasn't scared, though I certainly was miles from comfortable.  I'm trying not to beat myself up over the "loss" of not being able to concentrate (I  made a few bad plays, and in poker thats all it takes), the loss of not being able to control something I saw happening, and just be happy that I did it, I did it short of meds, and I guess happy for the strange observers point from where I watched the entire evening.

Well, thats whats weird to me... today.

BTW.. I don't know if it was a cumulative stress release, or the lack of the Xanax dose in the evening, but I could not sleep for 80% of the night due to over active mind and happy legs, my legs felt like they had TnT in them and I couldnt hold still to save my ass.  Again, is that good or bad?   I built all that up, yet functioned, even if poorly... and then released it through nervous thought and energy right away...  as I feel pretty base line this morning.  Weird I tell ya... interesting weird.