I want the answer. The one, single answer which will solve all my problems.
Now that I’m (mostly) successfully managing my anxiety, everything should be great forever… right?! Well, no. Obviously life isn’t magically perfect. (Though of course “less anxiety” is a huge improvement!) This is fine. I never expected perfection. But something else I didn’t expect was that managing anxiety better could itself cause problems.
I sometimes felt like my life isn’t worth living.
For most of us, learning to be happy after anxiety isn’t a smooth journey. If you pushed me into saying more, I’d go as far as saying it’s a bumpy journey. In fact, I’d probably get over-excited and go super-metaphorical about it:
“What is happiness?” This question has been ruined. Ruined!
As a child, I firmly believed in magic.
Anybody who has known me for even a short time knows I am attracted to ridiculousness like a moth attracted to fire. Where the thing on fire is a cow dressed as clown. (Of course, it’s possible that ridiculous events are attracted to me, and not the other way around. I’ve never been able to…
In the addictive card game, Hearts, the play that scores the most points is known as ‘Shooting the Moon’. I’m greatly in favour of this. The moon has sat there for long enough, arrogantly watching over us. For aeons it has floated judgementally over the Earth, thinking it’s better than us, all ‘romantically’ flying around…