Can't eat, can't sleep, knowing that nothing's gonna satisfy me
I'm getting better and better at dealing with my anxiety. I'm really putting forth the effort with some cognitive exercises, and it is paying off. For those of you that don't suffer from chronic (and ridiculous) anxiety, the basic deal is that my brain goes too fast and I jump to conclusions, think everyone hates me, get a sick feeling in my stomach, and basically spiral until I have a breakdown or just won't leave the house.
But it's different now. I actually started talking to people at school that I don't know. I can go into work with only half of the butterflies in my stomach now. I can go into school and not (at least totally) obsess over what everyone there thinks about me. My concentration is getting better as well as my appetite. And my self-esteem is starting to rebound from the past 15 or so years of contsant blows. Basically, I'm learning to be a less agitated and anxiety filled person.
I saw Emma play tennis today at her school. She was awesome, and she has a great time with her teammates. I hate to say this shit, but watching her play is a big kick-in-the-ass-reminder that she isn't just a little girl anymore. Oi vey, the kids these days.
I think this is about accurate, but I'm in the process of changing it:
slickdan
is distressed.
If it's not one thing, it's another. Your life is a pitiful wreck, and it's all you ever write about. Why don't you at least make up a happy story for once. Your friends would appreciate that.
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But it's different now. I actually started talking to people at school that I don't know. I can go into work with only half of the butterflies in my stomach now. I can go into school and not (at least totally) obsess over what everyone there thinks about me. My concentration is getting better as well as my appetite. And my self-esteem is starting to rebound from the past 15 or so years of contsant blows. Basically, I'm learning to be a less agitated and anxiety filled person.
I saw Emma play tennis today at her school. She was awesome, and she has a great time with her teammates. I hate to say this shit, but watching her play is a big kick-in-the-ass-reminder that she isn't just a little girl anymore. Oi vey, the kids these days.
I think this is about accurate, but I'm in the process of changing it:
slickdan
is distressed.
If it's not one thing, it's another. Your life is a pitiful wreck, and it's all you ever write about. Why don't you at least make up a happy story for once. Your friends would appreciate that.
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color? enter your username and hit the button.
Livejournal Mood Ring
Adios for now.