The fact that I just had to bail out on one of my best friend’s graduation/going away party because my anxiety is so bad right now is so upsetting. It honestly has never really gotten in the way of anything major like this before (that I realized), but now that this happened tonight I’m starting to think that maybe some of the other times that I bail on stuff like this is because of my anxiety, I just don’t realize it.
I need to find some coping mechanisms. My tear ducts are almost empty.
“I didn’t watch the whole documentary. After a few episodes it was too painful. I kept wanting to scream at Pam. It took me so long to do so many important things. It’s just hard to accept that I spent so many years being less happy than I could have been. Jim was five feet from my desk and it took me four years to get to him. It would be great if people saw this documentary and learned from my mistakes. Not that I’m a tragic person, I’m really happy now; but it would just make my heart soar if someone out there saw this and she said to herself ‘Be strong, trust yourself, love yourself, conquer your fears, just go after what you want and act fast because life just isn’t that long.’”
-Pam Beesly Halpert from The Office Finale
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Listening to other people’s relationship problems and all of these assholes that they encounter really makes me so grateful to be in a solid relationship with my best friend and I don’t have to worry about any of that nonsense.
The worst part about having a panic attack is that it makes me feel like I am crazy…like certifiably insane. Seriously, not having control of yourself is the worst feeling I’ve ever experienced.
Also, stop yelling at me for having panic attacks and talking about it like it’s something I choose to do because clearly does not add anything beneficial to the situation.
I'll never change but, I'll never stay the same either.
When I used to go to catholic school I wore that same uniform
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If my legs ran as fast as my mind does before I go to sleep, I’d win every marathon there ever was.