When I was 20 I made a last-minute trip to New York for the Stonewall 25th anniversary celebration. I went with only the rumor of a place I might stay. I maxed out my credit card for the plane ticket. My ATM card turned out to not work on the east coast. I turned up on the doorstep of the organizing committee with my bag and no plan, and volunteered my help in return for the crash space I'd heard about on usenet.
Everything went just fine.
Where did that brave girl go?
anxiety Afficher plus
This anxiety makes NO SENSE and it makes me SO MAD and that's the only way I manage to function -- I fret and get spun up and finally I'm frustrated enough to mad my way through the necessary tasks that otherwise seem inexplicably insurmountable.
So now my body is full of SCARED and MAD and there's no place to run to and nothing to run from and it is just all icky and UGH.