I survived 10 events in 10 days, but it wasn’t pretty.
I was so stressed out, I called my doctor and got a prescription for anxiety medication.
Yes, I’m one of those people.
The kind of person who checks and triple checks her orders before an event only to stress out because I’m sure something is going to fall through.
Like the linens.
I forgot to order linens because I thought that the tables I rented were finished.
So the day before my event I was desperately calling party rental places trying to find 75 black linens.
Do you want to know how much it costs to rent 75 black linens for 3 days?
That’s how big my event was.
We had 962 attendees.
It was IN-SANE!
Now that it’s over, my stress is slowly diminishing, although I’m certainly far from feeling normal.
I feel proud of myself for reaching out to my doctor and my family and friends when my mental health started to deteriorate.
It’s not easy to admit when you need help.
Anxiety can cripple a person, and when you’re dealing with 962 people, each of whom has a million questions and requests of you, it’s easy to get overwhelmed.
But I made it.
And this morning, I got this:
They love me.
They really love me.
P.S. I was hoping they were from a man, but alas they’re just from colleagues.