anxiety sucks – Kirkwall Was Totally Built On a Hellmouth

New feel: That feel when anxiety has got you wide awake and you suddenly remember a dormant special interest and go, “Fuck it, I’m gonna re-read Beowulf.”

Things I Want Right Now:

1. To scoot out from under this bad case Return to Depression Mountain I have had for…a while now.

2. To avoid panic attacks or Hulk Smash/Hulk Want to Cry incidents at work.

3. To find out what my MMPI-2 results seem to indicate besides the depression, anxiety, and panic disorder I already know about.

Dear people who do the schedules and decide what calls we’re set for at work,

Fuck. You. All.

Because apparently it is too much effort for you to make sure that what shows up on my schedule is what I’m actually fucking doing.

No love,

Me and my Anxiety

Body: FLEE!

Me: …there’s nothing to flee. Shh.

Body: FLEE ANY WAY!

Me: Shh. Just absorb the Ativan already.

Hey, anxiety/depression/whatever-fresh-new-hell-brainfuckery-is-going-on….

Could you, like, chill out for a bit? I’m trying to adult today.

Have great desire to do more “out there” things to my hair.

Also would like a job in the near future.

In this town, those are often mutually exclusive.

This displeases me.