Take some time to show some love to the weird bitches in your life! And if you don’t know one, then it’s probably you.
It is somewhat comforting to know that when you are up at midnight, Googling “when will I stop worrying?” it’s totally normal.
Anxiety is a pain in the ass for sure, but it also happens to be such a relatable experience that it can make for some great jokes.
“Are you going to love me, even when you die?” my daughter asks as we’re making lunch. “Forever and ever,” I reply, quickly, as I have before, to the same question. She knows the answer already, and she’s only five. These chats have become a recurring thing. “And even when I die?” Her concept of […]
[nextpage title=”Page 1″ ] You’re stupid. You’re selfish. Grow up and quit acting like a child. Three statements I’ve heard so many times in my life I’ve begun to believe them, even repeat them to myself. Who am I? I’m nobody special, nobody you would remember in a crowd of strangers. Nobody you would seek […]
My friend the Anxiety Monster usually trails somewhere near me at all times, popping up when I can’t find my keys and am running late, or when somebody yells at me in person, or via email at work, or when my kids have stage 6 temper tantrums and I can’t get to the bathroom quickly […]
It’s more like a feelings problem, really. Whereas normal people get sad, I get blubbering-bucket-of-tears sad. Whereas normal people get worried, I get certain-an-airplane-toilet-is-going-to-come-crashing-through-the-roof-and-kill-us-all-repeatedly worried. Whereas normal people get angry, I get blood-pressure-spikingly-and-extremity-tremblingly angry. I’d say I’m bipolar (isn’t that when people get super manic and then super depressed and then back to super manic […]
I’ve always been “high strung” — you know, that thing people call you when you like things to be a certain way and you are bossy and you sweat the small stuff and you can’t stand when pictures hanging on a wall are off center but have no problem leaving the cap off the toothpaste. […]