I woke up in the middle of the night with a terrible case of anxiety.
Nothing was wrong, except that I was at risk of missing my flight to Mexico in my dreams.
The feeling is continuing today. I hate it. It feels like I might be hungry, or about to take a really important exam, or all of the white cabbage moths in my garden have taken residence in my gut.
Eating breakfast made it worse. Picking produce in the garden didn't help a bit. A warm, relaxing bath was awful.
Maybe I'm just coming down with something, but otherwise I feel fine. If this is one of the symptoms of perimenopause, I am going to be a basketcase for years. This is just a warning.