Tuesday, July 14, 2009
They say all women are born worrywarts. Inasmuch as I am very much against stereotypes on women, I have to admit, that applies with me. I worry about every little thing, even the mundane ones. I can't help myself. No matter how much thought-blocking I muster, my will is weak. Like right now, my anxiety level is quite high. I'm in a state of moderate anxiety because I'm worried about something that might drive someone away from me. And this feeling can only be relieved when I get to talk to that person, but sadly, it's not as easy as speed dialing him. I have to endure suffering in uncertainty. A hundred thoughts of "what-if's" running in my head, and this burden in my chest is keeping me up. Am I going out of my mind? God, I hope not.