…Well, I’m not sure. Because I’ve never successfully stopped. I’m not in a constant state of worry (though I’m sure some people in my life would beg to differ), but I’ve never had real peace of mind. There is never a time when I feel 100% safe or relaxed or comfortable. Partially, of course, it’s because I have an anxiety disorder. But it’s not just that. I think it’s also because I’m scared of what would happen if I stopped worrying.
So, I’ve talked a lot about “doing it afraid” (it being whatever you are afraid to do) but I haven’t been taking my own advice. Except for tonight. Well, sort of. Continue reading “I Did it Afraid (Sort Of)”
Sometimes I hate my brain.
I hate thinking so much. I hate the fact that I always jump to the worst case scenario. I hate that horrible, frightening, and sometimes even disturbing thoughts have the ability to ruin my day.
I hate that every time I cough I become paranoid that it’s something serious. I hate that every headache I get, I worry I have a brain tumor. I hate that even when I have nothing to worry about, I worry there’s something wrong with me because I’m not worrying.
But even after all that – I still love my brain. Continue reading “I Hate My Brain Sometimes”