I dont know if i read it here but someone explained it as a dark cloud. From the first moment I am asked to present publicly my stomach first has to deal with the shock and trauma almost like getting hit by a bowling ball in the gut.
Then I am depressed all the way up to the date of the speech. I check the calendar a few times a day to reassure myself that it is still days away and as the days approach, and they approach FAST, then I start to really try and focus myself not to go crazy and to get through it and reassure myself. But I am really really in a wicked state of depression all the way up to the day and I hate it. It has to be rooted in my DNA because I am a brave person most otherwise, but this speaking thing really grips me like nothing else.
I am going to just keep trying to have small successes along the way, and hope that I have no big setbacks on the road to making this all look like a joke one day.
I really wish good luck to anyone else who is having the same as me.
Amy