Letters to Anxiety
Edit from the future for some context: Summer of 2015 I learned that I had been living with undiagnosed anxiety. And not just for a few years, but likely for my whole life. To say that the coping mechanisms that I had learned in those 25 years were "bad" is a significant understatement. It took me 3 years from this point to learn enough healthy coping mechanisms to -start- to tip the balance in the right direction, and another 2 years before I stopped using "failure" as a label for myself. Of all the posts on this blog, this one is the one I've wanted to delete the most. Just look at it! It's so cringey!! But, for better or for worse, I've decided that it gets to stay. It was an honest moment in time, and I don't have the heart to hide it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Hey Anxiety, You suck. Sincerely, Me P.S. I'm going to start writing you letters. I won't say daily (because we all know that isn't going to h
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