Alcohol makes me nauseous. Nausea makes me panicky. Am I simply making a logical choice, or am I making an emotional one?
I’m dumping out my “nausea bag” for the world. Here are six more of my remedies for anxiety-related nausea.
We collapsed the camping tent and, immediately, my symbolic safe space had been rolled up into a bag. Enter the nausea.
I’m deathly afraid of the stomach virus to the point where I have a legitimate phobia of throwing up. Believe it or not, this fear is incredibly common, and it has a name: emetophobia.
Twenty minutes in: rocking out to Modest Mouse and eating a peanut butter cup. Thirty minutes into the drive: nausea, a racing heart, and a vivid expectation of death.
At 5:30 this morning, I found myself curled up with a bathrobe and a rug.
Sure, vomiting is unpleasant. I don’t know a single soul who looks forward to getting the stomach virus, but most of my friends and family members can puke, if needed, with a staggeringly positive attitude and a calm demeanor. Why can’t I? Why am I so afraid of it?
Yesterday, I presented a list of my fears from A through M. Many different types of fears made the list — from the more serious (like anxiety itself) to the more whimsical (like joke-telling). Now, here are the rest of my alphabetical anxieties.