Likewise. Still have moments of utter irrationality. These days I’m just terrified, full stop. Have a glass of wine (my job pretty much mandates drinking), then have a panic attack in the restroom that I’m giving myself breast cancer. Then I think I should have a kid to set it off which, god. I don’t know what to do about being constantly on edge about all this.
No one around me really gets it. My therapist says ‘we should accept we’ll all die someday’, which, as someone who used to have an invisible disability, you don’t need to tell me that, but still, what the hell do I do now? The terror is just overwhelming.
No one around me really gets it. My therapist says ‘we should accept we’ll all die someday’, which, as someone who used to have an invisible disability, you don’t need to tell me that, but still, what the hell do I do now? The terror is just overwhelming.
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I’m here only on Mondays, Wednesdays & Fridays. That’s why I’m here now.
I’m here only on Mondays, Wednesdays & Fridays. That’s why I’m here now.