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Monday, May 6, 2013

An Open Letter to Anxiety

Dear Anxiety,

Thank you for all you've done for me in my life.

Because of you, I've led a very successful life. Your wonderful messages of, "you suck, work harder," have led to hours of constant worry that I would live my life out of a paper bag if I didn't do this project just right. So I would work and work and work throughout my long school career, often choosing work over play because, you know, FAILURE was not an option. I would spend my breaks in constant fear that I had messed something up and would inevitably not graduate elementary school, middle school, high school, and college.  

The obsessive nature of your illness has helped greatly in my life.  As I've obsessed about germs and clean dishes and washing my hands and perfect papers and characteristics like honesty and modesty and other things that society and my family taught me, I led a very straightforward life.  I would stay the course because Hell and/or disease would overcome me otherwise.  And then I would obsess that I had done everything wrong so would subsequently repeatedly repent and punish myself in various ways (can't eat this or can't read that) in response.  You have ensured that I will live my life as straight as an arrow.  

Alright.  So, maybe, I couldn't relax and enjoy life, but life isn't about enjoyment! It's about rules. That's what you taught me. Rules were the only way to live life and I should follow them exactly.  Rules like how much time I must spend doing homework, how much TV I could watch, how many pieces of chocolate I could eat, the thoughts I could have, and the hours I could and couldn't sleep.  Those rules kept me in line.

And, finally, your helpful social suggestions were essential for my social well being.  I mean, there is nothing quite like staying up for hours after social engagements worried about whether I had said the wrong thing, offended this person, wore the right clothes, etc. You taught me that limiting my interactions with other people was the best and only way to get through life. Well done.

Sincerely,
The Constant Worrier

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