Oh anxiety!
It raises its ugly head.
What fresh hell is this?
Trying to work with anxiety rationally, I first had to understand, and it took a long long time, is that there is nothing rational about it.
It just happens.
No expressway signposts.
Anxiety, 35 miles ahead.
Anxiety, this exit.
For me, that was a major day in the fight.
I could not live my life looking out over a minefield of hidden anxiety and expect to find some tool that would guide me through safely.
Anxiety was going to happen.
Now I try to greet my old enemy at the door, quote Dorothy Parker, and go on.
(According to legend and most accounts, when the doorbell rang at her New York Apartment, writer Dorothy Parker would yell out, ” What fresh hell is this?” Sadly, I am not aware of much else that she wrote or said. I will have to do something about this.)
Do I suffer from anxiety or do I suffer because of anxiety?
Maybe, I guess.
Rationally, who wouldn’t?
What fresh hell is this anyway?
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