Since I was old enough to go to school I’ve had anxiety every morning. Some days depending on various factors I might be extremely anxious. But no matter what, I’m always somewhat anxious.
I’m anxious right now getting ready for work. I’m a great employee (I think), and I’ve worked for the same company for several years. I really have no reason to be anxious. But, I am.
Most of the time, I’m good at hiding my anxiety. In fact, I’ve been asked at times things like, “How are you always so chill?” I always roll my eyes on the inside when I’m asked things like this. I know the truth. I’m screaming inside.
I don’t think I’ll live a very long life. If I do, and if this blog is still around, I guess I’ll be able to look back at this and laugh, or cry. One of the two.
The reason I don’t think I’ll live long isn’t because I think I’ll commit suicide or die in a car crash, it’s because of the fact that I’m always anxious. It can’t be good for my heart and other organs.