Red Cedar
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Tag: anxiety
The anxiety of saying no.
I was reminded again yesterday that I am not very good at saying “No”. To anyone. For any reason. And even if my rationale is sound, when I do say no, I find myself wracked with an anxious guilt that takes days to wear… Continue Reading “The anxiety of saying no.”
Penned.
Sometimes I have a hard time forcing myself to write. Today is one of those days. Anxiety again, I suppose. A little bit of writer’s block which is really just a fear of commitment – if I start something too complex I must commit… Continue Reading “Penned.”
Anxiety.
I thought that I was in for a bout of depression recently when I started to get squirrely with the nicotine receding from my body, but lo it was not to be and instead I’ve come down with a whopping case of anxiety instead.… Continue Reading “Anxiety.”
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