The Unpredictability of Anxiety

What is Anxiety?

How can it best be described? In my view, it is simply a fear of the future. Fear of the unknown, whether days or minutes in advance. Whether it’s a job interview, a family gathering, a doctor’s appointment, we all get anxious from time to time. But when it interferes with our everyday existence to the extent that we don’t want to even go out of the front door, to meet our friends or simply to go to the shops, that is the time to seek professional help.

I suffer from crippling bouts of anxiety. To start with, I’ve had clinical depression since 2007. The anxiety has got worse in the last two to three years. I can go months without anxiety rearing its ugly head, but on other occasions it can strike without warning, sending me into a spiral of isolation and despair.

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Under Construction

Hello All!

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I’ve been slacking with the posts lately on here as I was finishing up school work but now the semester is finally out. The next week or so is going to be spent reworking and (possibly?) remodeling the blog.

Be sure to come back and check it out as I work on it, and if you visit during the next week and wonder why links go nowhere or things look incomplete, that is why.

See you all soon!

Paul

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Where Are We Now? (New Logo!)

I’ve come this far with a different map in each of my hands.

They’re drawn completely from memory.

One takes me home, one takes me nowhere in particular.

I always seem to pick the path with all the shortcuts open

And the lines and the circles more steadily drawn.

But not this time.

Let me start by saying that I am incredibly thankful for everyone who has followed or checked out the blog so far. It’s been a little while since I last checked in with a non-creative post, so here we go.

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The Bell Jar

“I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad…

…or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.” 

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Sylvia Plath was someone who I instantly identified with when we read The Bell Jar my senior year in high school. The thoughts that went through her head and the way she saw and perceived the world were both relatable to me in so many ways. While so many people who read the book in class couldn’t understand her descent into madness, I understood perfectly.

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