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[what it is like to live with an anxiety disorder]
1.
no one ever congratulates you
for doing the really difficult things
like driving on the freeway or getting out of bed or
staying alive
2.
every friendship you make is a countdown
to the moment
when they finally can’t deal
with the missed calls and canceled hangouts
every friendship is on a timer
every friendship expires sooner,
not later
3.
you hear phrases like “bootstraps”
over and over
until you wish you had some to hang
yourself with
4.
you have to learn to simultaneously
relax your muscles
and move them with determination
you have to be in control
and you have to let go
at the same time
it’s enough to drive you into
a blubbering mess
5.
music is a conduit
crying is a conduit
your dad calling is a conduit
everything becomes a conduit
for either having or not having another panic attack
6.
you learn to stop making plans
because you’ll either disappoint yourself
or someone you care about or both
7.
you accept all of it
8.
you hope someday everyone else can
accept it too
numa escala de 1 a 5 este é um resumo “5” daquilo que descreve o que venho tentando dizer em imagens desde 2009. o n.6 desta lista talvez seja o pior de todos os sintomas.
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[what it is like to live with an anxiety disorder]
1.
no one ever congratulates you
for doing the really difficult things
like driving on the freeway or getting out of bed or
staying alive
2.
every friendship you make is a countdown
to the moment
when they finally can’t deal
with the missed calls and canceled hangouts
every friendship is on a timer
every friendship expires sooner,
not later
3.
you hear phrases like “bootstraps”
over and over
until you wish you had some to hang
yourself with
4.
you have to learn to simultaneously
relax your muscles
and move them with determination
you have to be in control
and you have to let go
at the same time
it’s enough to drive you into
a blubbering mess
5.
music is a conduit
crying is a conduit
your dad calling is a conduit
everything becomes a conduit
for either having or not having another panic attack
6.
you learn to stop making plans
because you’ll either disappoint yourself
or someone you care about or both
7.
you accept all of it
8.
you hope someday everyone else can
accept it too
numa escala de 1 a 5 este é um resumo “5” daquilo que descreve o que venho tentando dizer em imagens desde 2009. o n.6 desta lista talvez seja o pior de todos os sintomas.
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River Song, worst alarm clock ever.
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runwhenisayrunfightwhenisayfight:
If you don’t get this reference, you’re too young for tumblr.
are you fucking kidding me pixar puts out a movie ever year a baby would get this reference
it’s not pixar it’s a reference to that time in 1994 when lamps became sentient humanoids
many were lost that day
It was a grim day for mankind. My parents took refuge in a cave and thus saved us from certain death; we lived close to a lamp factory at the time and the surrounding region was utterly devastated in the conflict.
My brother fought one off using only an egg whisk and a pogo stick.
Only 90s kids remember the Lampocalypse
My father still has the scars from where one stole his kidney
Ironically, it was a dark time.
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Comedian Kurt Braunohler raised $6,000 on Kickstarter to “hire a man in a plane to write stupid things in the sky”.
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