Category Archives: anxiety

what is happy?

I made a new friend. Here, I mean. Not offline. If you thought that, you give me way too much credit. Hell, I can’t even take credit for this new friend. He found me. And he talked to me. Yeah, … Continue reading

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maybe you really like me.

… or you really like that I’m miserable. I will explain. (Sorry.) You know how I always worry about posting my personal struggles because I’m overwhelmed with shame and embarrassment over it? You know how I worry that those posts … Continue reading

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she fuckin’ hates me.

My daughter hates me. This has been the case for well over a year. Maybe two years. Maybe longer. I can’t even remember. (And the last year and a half kind of melted into one big lump of crap, so … Continue reading

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realizations.

I think too much. I guess sometimes that’s good… like when I’m trying to solve complex math equations. But it’s also bad… like when I’m not trying to solve complex math equations. I’m incapable of living in the moment which, … Continue reading

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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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