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Good days

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From tanker to boat hauler 💪🏽⚓️🚛

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Having a panic attack while trying to workout to get healthier and feel better about yourself and having to go to the dressing room to center yourself and get through it.

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So now I have COVID. I wanted to come off the road but not for this. I guess Ill appreciate being able to work as much as I want even though I am not home often…

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Today I changed the thoughts into positive ones. So what if I feel fat. Its hot. This is my ship and i shall be comfortable.

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Sometimes all I need is a soul to look and see my pain and say its ok. This doggie sat there and made cute faces at me while I sat across from him drowning in my thoughts. Im thankful for the universe knowing I needed a laugh. Thanks cute doggie 💗

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Time to shutdown. Today was a good day

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Just as quickly as I left after my 34 I am back at the terminal because of a broken ABS line and Im happy to go home. Anxiety please let me work!

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When its time to go on the road and your anxiety creeps up on you at the grocery store. Kept telling myself I could do this. Time to leave home and get into the truck.

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When life becomes so hard because of the physical symptoms of “anxiety” and nobody listens. Feeling like your body is controlling your life and wondering if theres something really wrong but it is all attributed to your “anxiety” What do I do? Can I be treated for something other than anxiety? Can I get a diagnoses so my mind can be at ease? I have been home on my 34 since yesterday and I have already called the ambulance and been dismissed as its “anxiety”

What do you do when you are told its all in your head? How do I cope with this answer when all of my body tells me otherwise? Only I feel my pain because on the outside I look normal. Im searching for answers.

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This was how it started

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My lonely trucker life. Noise pollution, air pollution, strange places, dirty smells, homesick, and carrying my anxiety with me somewhere on the Jersey turnpike forced to stop because of a panic attack. Decided today was a good day to begin a blog 🤞🏼