Inside My Head

What it's like to be chronically anxious?

I stumbled across this excerpt from a book I am fully intending to read when it comes out and I can get it @ the library.

It's almost disturbing to me how similar her words echo with how I feel sometimes. I feel pretty alone inside my head, and I can't really express it, because I feel like no one else really understands it.

Then I come across something like this, and I can't deal with the fact that there are millions of other people who know just. how. i. feel.



I'm terrified any time we go down any big hills in the car. (Not even that big.) I swear Chris is holding back from laughing and crying at the same time when he sees the look on my face when I see the hill, and hears the gasp.

The Gasp.

Sigh.


**This might post twice, I tried to post via email, but that so far hasn't worked, been a few minutes, and I am impatient to add the part I forgot to put in the first post I sent: The link. :) Been very absentminded lately...

Inside my head

I stumbled across this excerpt from a book I am fully intending to read when it comes out and I can get it @ the library.

It's almost disturbing to me how similar her words echo with how I feel sometimes. I feel pretty alone inside my head, and I can't really express it, because I feel like no one else really understands it.

Then I come across something like this, and I can't deal with the fact that there are millions of other people who know just. how. i. feel.



I'm terrified any time we go down any big hills in the car. (Not even that big.) I swear Chris is holding back from laughing and crying at the same time when he sees the look on my face when I see the hill, and hears the gasp.

The Gasp.

Sigh.