Here’s the dirty little secret about anxiety. It creates your fears and then pretends to keep you safe from them. Like an abusive partner, anxiety says you are a loser, that no one really likes you or loves you, that nobody’s really your friend, that everyone is using you, pretending to like you. Everyone, of course, except your anxiety. Anxiety says it will protect you because it is the only one who really knows you, cares for you, loves you.
So I’ll just start with the conclusion: I fucked up Easter. No, really. I don’t mean I forgot to buy candy for the Easter baskets or that I burned the ham. No, folks. I mean I fucked up. As in I went to Easter mass, stood in the aisle in the middle of a jam-packed church and […]