Tag Archives: anxiety

Thinking the part.

If my head can make me sick, it can also make me better. I am smart. I am competent. I am determined, stubborn, independent, capable, and creative. I am not afraid to take a leap away from something safe and … Continue reading

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Master’s of Being Alright.

Falling apart on a regular basis is just one of my new post-MBA skills. The others include asking for help, recognizing when I’ve taken on too much, saying no, and falling asleep while compiling a to-do list of things that … Continue reading

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(bitter)Sweet Dreams

When you ask me how I’m feeling, I’ll tell you that I’m fine, I’m just tired. But I’m not just sleepy tired. Though the prospect of turning myself into a burrito with my duvet is a lovely thought. When I … Continue reading

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I will never ask Google

There’s something I don’t ever want to look up. I don’t ever want to learn the best way to die in order to preserve organs the most. Knowing that would bring the next step far too close for comfort. See, … Continue reading

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