Category Archives: anxiety

misunderstood.

They will never truly understand me. They will never take me seriously. They will forever think I’m just looking for attention or blowing things out of proportion or that I’m dramatic or lazy or weak or all of the above. … Continue reading

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the anxiety of reading.

If there was ever a question that I have too much stress and anxiety, rest assured, there is no doubt. I have a shit ton. Over the last few weeks, I’ve been reading. A lot. Thirty-eight books in about three … Continue reading

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a pat on the back.

[If you have strong political beliefs that are the opposite of mine, you might want to run now.] What the fuck? No, really. What the fuck? I don’t usually do this… It’s a risk. I don’t like to speak publicly … Continue reading

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guilt.

Guilt. I hear it’s a useless emotion. But that doesn’t mean I don’t feel it. Constantly. No matter how good I feel… no matter how bad… how hopeless… how sad… how confused. No matter what I feel… the guilt is … Continue reading

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I’m here… but…

This post has been in my draft folder since the 14th of December. I just haven’t felt like I was good enough to be around anyone… even online. But then I was isolated and I felt worse. Thank you to … Continue reading

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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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