If there’s one thing that can rear up anxiety’s ugly head, it’s traveling. For those of us who live with inflammatory bowel disease (IBD), the nerves can be especially hard to navigate.
At home, we know where the bathrooms are. In our town, we know which ones will be available. But throw me into an airport with long lines, take-offs and landings, long walks in between restrooms, and weird food, and I’m definitely clinging to my breathing exercises for dear life.
The worst part? It’s not even always that I need to go; it’s the anxiety about possibly needing to go that plays tricks on my body and mind.Read more on themighty.com