My anxiety has been through the f*king roof! I can’t get it under control. I worry constantly…I worry about what people are thinking about me, I worry that I have some incurable cancer or that there is death causing aneurysm just waiting to burst and kill me. I am stressed about when I am supposed to get up for work and when I am supposed to start getting ready so I am not late. I am constantly stressed about where I have to be and when. I no longer feel at ease with life. I am loosing control. Maybe my problem is that I want control. I want control over my time, my schedule, my life.
I have no idea why this is happening…honestly I thought it was PMS…now I don’t know. I am beyond stressed and anxious. How do I fix it? I am coming to the point where I would just like to slip into a coma, a Restful Coma. I just want to hide away by myself until all is set right and I feel like myself again.
I know this is just a vicious cycle. You are probably thinking the same thing. Documenting all of my thoughts and feelings have showed me just how true that is. Maybe I should run away, join a commune and live off grid. Honestly that sounds pretty great right now.
I want to be that writer that disappears for a while and no one questions it because…well they are a writer.
Living it Up Halfheartedly 