I am sitting here tonight in a fairly high state of anxiety. Sometimes things fall apart, and this month the thing that has fallen apart is my body. So it’s made for a kind of shitty month.
Tag Archives: Worry
Very Little is Really That Big a Deal
If I had my life to live over, I would perhaps have more actual troubles but I’d have fewer imaginary ones.
Why is it that the truth is often the most annoying thing anyone can say? The single most infuriating thing someone can say to me is, “You need to just relax.” It’s true; I know it’s true. I do need to relax. I am a serious worrier. If worrying were a competitive sport, I would win. Every time. Continue reading