Self help [Personal thoughts]
Sometimes it can be hard to think straight. Sometimes running away is a valid option. Everywhere we go we bring our heart and our head with us. No getting away from those. Sometimes we are eaten alive with anxiety. Functioning outwardly like a pro, crumbling like a bamboo hut under a tsunami inside. Dread is not something I'd ever dreamt about experiencing as an adult. Isn't dread spent on kid's night-terrors? Or poverty. Or warzones? Unfortunately not. Sometimes you 'cope' real well and sometimes you've coped so well, so long, so bravely, that it has to stop. Anxiety comes and goes too. Rifles your thoughts like a fox going through your garbage can at 2 A.M. Talking to someone helps. A counsellor is good. Often someone going through the same no-man's land as yourself is better. They'll get where you are. I guess more than anything I'm saying that its not like the old days. Back when I smiled the smile of an innocent kid, there was anxiety and dark...