Drop It Like It's Hot; Anxiety Edition

Lying on the floor is my most consistent coping mechanism

I get really in my head and overthink things a lot.

I question my worth in the world constantly, because I’m really good at tying my self-worth to external things that I have no control over that won’t matter in the grand scheme of things.

When I was a kid, I’d say that I was a long-haired person trapped in a short-haired person’s body. I really, really wanted long hair.

Then I grew up and would say, I’m a person who wants to do a lot of things, trapped in the body of a person who wants to sleep a lot.

While waiting for the bus the other day, to go to an event that I easily could’ve skipped on a day when I was feeling really really anxious, I thought “I’m a person who wants to be home wrapped in a blanket, trapped into the body of someone who won’t stop doing all the things, all the time.”

There is always another thing to do.

Always something to be anxious about.

Always another negative, deeply critical thought spiral to go down.