I quit my job.
In my head that is more ‘FUCKING HELL, I QUIT MY JOB’!
I fell asleep with that thought and woke up with the same thought. My anxiety is cracking it’s knuckles and putting it’s mouth guard in. I can feel it. It’s been waiting for this moment. It’s been waiting to show me what it can do.
You know what happens if you leave things in your bucket list long enough?
I decided last year that I was going to do something that terrified me in order to better manage other fears. I have an irrational fear of flying. I hate being in airplanes and if it weren’t for drugs, I would sob every time I get on one. I know this because every time I’ve been on a plane without drugs, I sob.
I’m a ‘stick my head in the sand’ kind of person.
I am not good at dealing with problems, nearly all of them. I don’t trust my decision making skills and find that sticking my fingers in my ears and going FA LA LA LA makes most problems go away. At least for a little bit.