Category Archives: anxiety

missed christmas.

Well, I missed Christmas. No… not really. I just mean I missed Christmas here. I didn’t post any well wishes. I didn’t write anything. I didn’t do a damn thing. Except disappear. Miss me? I totally understand if you didn’t. … Continue reading

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holiday busyness.

I have been busy. I blame Christmas. Or I credit Christmas, depending on my perspective at any given moment. I’m tired. I feel stressed… burnt out. But I don’t feel hopelessly bored and scared and useless. Well, not entirely, anyway. It feels like … Continue reading

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asleep.

In search of the elusive ‘solution‘ to the crushing feelings of sadness that creep up on me daily, I seem to have fallen into my own special fucked-up coping mechanism. Something unhealthy. You see, I have not wanted to admit … Continue reading

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emotional tagging.

I try to always tag my posts appropriately so they can be found easily by anyone looking for a specific topic. I assume that is how some people find this blog. I don’t think there is an ‘official‘ way to … Continue reading

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blame.

Why is it so hard for me to believe that everything’s not my fault? I try to tell myself that’s not true, but I don’t believe me. What takes over is… something else. Everything wrong in every part of my … Continue reading

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how my sunday went.

Sunday morning I woke up early. No one was awake yet. I didn’t get out of bed, though. I just stayed there. Staring at the ceiling. I started to feel anxious… and a little sick. I tried to close my … Continue reading

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wish I were there.

When I was a kid, I hated living in my small hometown in Rhode Island. It’s boring, I would say. There’s nothing to do, I’d complain. I wish we lived somewhere more exciting. Boy, was I wrong. I long for those … Continue reading

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replaced.

Maybe it’s irrational, but I have this feeling… this fear… that I have been replaced. I don’t think I’m truly special to anyone. I used to think I was. I was probably just a fool. Every bond seems to be breaking… … Continue reading

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