Anxiety is annoying AF because as much as I don’t wanna think about last night’s ordeal because I’m going to bed now and wanna actually sleep, I can’t help but think about it.
I think the thing that really has me shook is how scary it was. I genuinely felt like I was losing my shit. Like I can’t even really describe it, but your girl was not all here for a few minutes.
I genuinely do feel better, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared it was gonna happen again.
I don’t think it will though.
The biggest thing stressing me out has finally been tackled. I’m determined to be done with this dang sociology paper tomorrow night (aka today cause it’s 1 am) I know I can do it, and I’m ready to. The sense of relief that is going to come over me when it’s done is gonna be amazing.
I’m actually really proud of myself. I was scared of this assignment. So scared I emailed the professor for clarification, and if you know me, you know that means I was in need.
I have most of it mapped out so when I get to typing everything will be perfect. I’m still stressed given that I’m a perfectionist and I have no idea if it’ll be good, but I’m not as stressed as I was, I’m happy.
I’m ready to be done with this one and conquer the next two.
So in a weird turn of events, we’ll actually not so weird because writing is one of my coping mechanisms, I’m not so anxious anymore. Goodnight y’all