#anxiety problems

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notsosociallygemini:

Since primary school I was shy and an overthinker. Now I’m 20 years old, I have social anxiety and I’m still an overthinker. Not much progress has been made.

Saaame, I feel like I’ve missed a lot of opportunities because of that. I mean I just can’t get myself to live my life and be social.

Anxiety is really like “oh damn nobody else is wearing a hat but you are which means you are The Worst™️”

First of 7 square comic panels, each styled like gouache water color on paper which depict a human figure under sheets on a dark blue bed and a window with matching dark blue curtains behind them. In this panel the figure's face is tired and forlorn as they face slightly towards the viewer. A worry scribble of black lines stretches up from their head. The cresent moon is glowing low in the sky.
Second of 7 panels. The figure is unchanged but the worry scribble has grown darker and larger. The moon is slightly higher in the sky.
Third of 7 panels. The figure is still unchanged but the worry scribble has grown even larger and now casts a shadow over the un-sleeping figure and obscures part of the window and its rising moonlight. The scribble has grown bony fingured arms that hang down as if about to pounce.
Fourth of 7 panels. The scibble's face now appears as glowing yellow eyes and a glowing poiny smile like a jack-o-lantern. Its speech bubble is like oozing dark ink with bright yellow crooked text. "You've made TERRIBLE mistakes" the scribble says to the figure.
Fith of 7 panels. "Yeah, but I only made them once" the unsleeping figure says, tired eyes now closed as if to shrug off the previous comment. Their speech bubble is a plain semi transparent white bubble with rounded black lined text. The scribble's eyes are now just surprised tiny dots, and its mouth is a wobbly frown - as if it hasn't considered that.
Sixth of 7 panels. The figure has now turned over in bed, and we see only the one side of their face, their eye now peacefully closed. No longer connected to the figure's head, the scribble remains hanging in the air above them, untethered, with the same pitiful look frozen on their face.
The last of 7 panels. The scribble is gone and so is the shadow they cast over the sleeping figure. The moon is now high in the middle of the window and casts the sleeping face in light.

Doing better and moving on.

Remember what you really are…

“Human?”

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I think the scariest thing I’ve ever learned in Psychology was about a long study where people who reported low satisfaction in their lives at a young age almost always reported the same outcome toward the end. This was despite having similar lives to the subjects who reported being happy and reported the same happiness at their end of life. Not to say there isnt hope for unhappy people, but the fact that your biology can affect how you perceive the world that much is awful and scary.

blackqueerblog: “did i say that out loud?” “Am I saying that right things” “oh godblackqueerblog: “did i say that out loud?” “Am I saying that right things” “oh godblackqueerblog: “did i say that out loud?” “Am I saying that right things” “oh godblackqueerblog: “did i say that out loud?” “Am I saying that right things” “oh god

blackqueerblog:

“did i say that out loud?”

“Am I saying that right things” “oh god I’m too quiet! I must start a conversation” “how did I sound?” “I have no idea what they’re talking about.. I should know that topic. They hate me now” “how can they talk so freely?! Without micromanaging everything they say??”


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Same knotty tangle, just better lit with colourful lights that enable you to see how much of a mess it truly is

when you try out a new writing style and post it on AO3 only to get super nervous so you have to pop a benzo to calm down

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