By: R. D.
I go find a quiet space. But on an open office floor, that’s hard to come by so I go to the one place I know, a cubicle in the ladies’ room. I sit there with my hands on my head and slowly begin to cry. This is the thing, no one has said anything to me, so why was I finding everything overwhelming. The voice inside my head, dressed as a good friend loves to tell me things. It tells me I am loser for crying when I don’t even have a decent reason to. Leading up this breakdown, it was telling me how I was not ‘good enough’. The reason for where I was in my career was maybe, just maybe, because I am not good enough. It doesn’t matter what loved ones see and say, the voice keeps saying there should have been hard evidence to prove I am good enough. I just want to take something, a magic pill, that would make all this go away. Continue reading “Embracing My Anxiety”