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My life is complicated. My neurotic obsessive worrying over things I have no control over brings on most of the complications. Yet still I worry.

My mind is full of stories just waiting to be set to page; but when I go to write I cant find the words. I could tell you stories of love and desire, hope, desperation and redemption if we were face to face. This isnt a new problem, it happens whenever I let life overwhelm e me. Be it from stress, anxiety or doubt.

Im going to see my therapist tomorrow, which to be honest is long overdue. Even though I feel better now than I did a week ago Im still having almost nightly panic attacks. Ive been able to center myself somewhat through meditation but my mind is still traveling a million miles a second.