An Anxiety Reality Series – Anxiety Momster
⚠️ Trigger Warning + Disclaimer:
This entry contains real-time experiences of anxiety, panic, and health-related fears, including chest pain, intrusive thoughts, and physical symptoms.
This journal reflects my personal experience and is not medical advice. If you are experiencing severe or concerning symptoms, please seek professional medical care.
March 30, 2026
My chest started aching again today.
Right side this time.
It wasn’t even sharp… just an ache. But once I noticed it, that was it. My mind didn’t give me a chance to be normal about it.
I immediately thought something was wrong with my heart.
Then my arm started aching too.
And that feeling right there? That’s the one that gets me every time. Because now it’s not “just chest pain” anymore. Now it feels real. Now it feels dangerous.
I tried to stay calm, but my thoughts got loud fast.
What if this is heart failure?
What if this is the one time it’s actually happening?
What if I ignore it and something happens in front of my kids?
I hate how fast my brain goes there.
And then I made it worse.
I started thinking about my triglycerides being higher than before. Started thinking about the fact that I smoke. Started thinking about everything I’ve ever heard about women having different symptoms.
It felt like everything was lining up against me.
Then my chest started burning a little.
That scared me even more because I didn’t even eat anything spicy. So now I’m thinking… why is it burning?
And then my brain went somewhere else.
I have pica.
I already know my iron is low.
So yeah… I ate tissue earlier.
And for a second, I really sat there thinking…
what if I messed something up in my body doing that?
What if something is stuck?
What if that’s what’s causing this feeling?
Even typing that now makes me feel crazy… but in that moment it didn’t feel crazy at all. It felt real.
That’s what anxiety does. It makes anything make sense.
Then my face started tingling.
That was it. I was fully convinced something was wrong.
I kept checking my body. Every little feeling felt bigger than it probably was. My chest, my arm, my face… everything felt connected in the worst way.
But then I touched my chest.
Right where it hurt.
And it was tender.
That stopped me for a second.
Because I know… deep down… if I can touch it and it hurts like that, it’s probably not my heart.
But my brain still didn’t want to fully believe that.
The ache kept coming and going. That part messes with me too. Because if it was serious, wouldn’t it stay? Or would it come and go? I don’t even know anymore.
I just know I was scared.
Again.
And now I’m sitting here… and nothing happened.
No ambulance.
No collapsing.
No emergency.
Just me… calming down slowly after convincing myself something was wrong.
I hate how real it feels every time.
I really thought this was it.
Again.
And I’m still here.