I’m going to tell you something about me that most people don’t know. I have problems, or at least I think I do. I have this issue where I obsess over an issue to the point that it drives me absolutely crazy.
Does anyone else have this problem? I mean seriously, it’s so bad that I convince myself that the things I worry about are actual problems.
But that’s not the only thing…
I stress myself out, literally. My anxiety pushes me to the point that every sound stresses me out.
And…. I’m a tremendous worrier. I worry about everything and psychoanalyze every aspect of my life. Don’t have a conversation with me because I will be analyzing everything said for weeks.
But, for the most part, I manage my issues. If you don’t live with me, you wouldn’t even know I have these issues. I hide them well, but that’s just because I get anxious. Then I worry, stress, and obsess about what you would think if you seen the real me.
They whisper in the distance
I hear them say my name.
Is she lost? Will she fall? Is she gonna be okay?
The Written Works of A.L. Swartz 