Jenny Lawson (no, not my Jenny) is an awesome person. (So is my Jenny.) I’ve been reading through her archives because, well, sometimes you miss something awesome on a good blog. And sure enough, I had. The post is here: it-comes-around-and-around. The thing that struck me about her post is her ability to not force
I got a brief report, but I’ll know more when I see him tonight. Less anxious about it now. Glad to have some contact.
[Guest post by Jenny, aka The Girlfriend.] I battle anxiety generally, and deal with much stronger (read: debilitating) anxiety and panic attacks on a less regular basis. I’ve had a couple of minor bouts with depression. But the rest of the time, I’m a very functional adult. Having had my own experiences with the above,
You know that point you reach, when you’ve thought yourself into a corner, and you can’t get out? Anxiety, re-play, flashbacks, paranoia; they all make us do it sometimes. I call this “thinking your way into a paper bag.” Yesterday, two of my friends thought themselves into tears, via flashbacks and anxiety. It left me