Good, me too.
When I’m not having an episode, of course.
When I’m knee deep in anxiety, it’s not funny… it’s terrifying.
But that’s not what today’s post is all about. Today, let’s keep it on the bright side.
Anxiety is funny because it means I can handle huge life changes, but I can’t keep my shit together if you grabbed the wrong coffee at Starbucks.
Anxiety is funny because it keeps me from sleeping, especially when sleeping is the one thing that can free me from being anxious… sneaky.
Anxiety is funny because if I start screaming in public or having a panic attack, people just think I am some kind of raging lunatic. I’m not a lunatic! The whole world is crashing down around me.
Anxiety is funny because it turns a beautiful, charming, outgoing woman such as myself into a homely recluse who rarely showers. I’m cute under all these sweaters, I swear.
Anxiety is funny because it’s like having a really mean best friend… a frenemy if you will. They are constantly there, they know everything about you, and they’re just awful.
I’m pretty sure that the secret to longevity with anxiety is not just learning how to live with it, but also learning how to laugh at it.
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