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 just saw another meme urging me to beware my attitude because “the primary cause of unhappiness is never the situation, but thoughts about it.” I totally get this from the Buddhist perspective, so no letters please, but it is thrown about so much on the Internet that it has started to grate on […]
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 […]
Maybe it’s because the New Year’s holiday and my birthday fall in the same week forcing me into much more self-evaluation than I am equipped to handle, but I have been thinking a lot about the oh-so-popular “I am enough” movement. At the start of 2015 the phrase has become the rallying cry of the anti-new year’s resolutions crowd: “you are enough. You don’t need to change. You are perfect just as you are.” Except that sometimes you aren’t perfect just as you are. Sometimes you suck. Sorry but it’s true.