Sponsor of Anxiety
Telling someone with an anxiety disorder not to worry is like telling someone whose leg is on fire to go play basketball.
- I have nothing but my social media and my goal to succeed because of it, that’s the comment left by a dwarf user named peaches
If you’re still alive, it means you have a purpose. That’s what they usually say. I, on the other hand, think there’s just a certain timeline and a lot of wild accidents. Now she knows the secret, said the host of the evening farewell to the beloved actress. I decipher, the bottom line is that we don’t know exactly what happens to a person when they die, this secret is known only to those who have crossed the threshold to that side. I’ve been one step away from knowing the secret many times, but I’m still here, does that mean I have one or five purposes here? It’s poetic, but if it were true, I’d probably be living this full life right now, instead of sitting inside four walls, watching the lives of others.
- Living like a rock star. looking like a movie star. getting laid like a porn star, the young singer’s motto on all the posters for her first concert
The story of trust is the story of Ernest Hemingway’s death. It seemed as if the man had mastered immortality, so dashingly did he survive a fight with a dragon, swim out of the devil’s lake, and evade the pursuit of a tiger bandit. This is all a joke. But the man actually survived two plane crashes, a ruptured kidney, hepatitis, a ruptured spleen, and a fractured skull base. The crushed vertebrae healed and didn’t even leave him paralyzed. And he died from committing suicide after he got tired of convincing people around him that the security services were spying on him. His entourage didn’t believe him, he was undergoing medical treatment and even there he continued to prove that the spying on him was real and they were watching him even here in the hospital. No one believed him, because no one could find evidence to back up what he said, and words are known to be white noise. What I find interesting is the emotion of these people who thought he had lost his mind when the secret service officers confessed to spying on Ernest. If that emotion could be drawn, it would be a black square.
- Were you in the sunflower room? Robert asked me in the tricky question column, wallpapering the apartment with paid ghosts
Avoidant attachment. It was a psychological exercise where I had to imagine myself as a child and sit on my mother’s lap. My whole being rejected this contact, it was so unnatural as incest, I wanted to run away to Alaska, but the psychologist kept calling me back, kept talking monotonously about how I needed to return to the proposed situation. But I play the part, like two sisters of love and pain. The question of who you are has always stumped me. Daughter? Cold. A writer? I’ve always had the idea of a writer as something great, and I’m just a person who is torn like a hamster by a huge avalanche of experience and I need to give it back, otherwise, it’s too hard for me. Not a wife or a mother. A friend? Or just someone who cares? For some, it’s important to know who you are, it helps to make a plan and move along your path, anticipating a surprise around the bend. For someone else, it’s better to let the chaos walk inside you, that’s how creativity and cool memories are born. My word Bazinga. Hot. Like the movie, when the сharacter is flying into the abyss and tries to grab onto something, a bush, a rock, or clawing at the ground with his teeth, there are many strange quick actions that should help him save himself. Here is an example of how anxiety communicates. Only if you are flying into an abyss, you will sooner or later fall and crash, but in the case of anxiety, you just fly and are willing to do anything just to stop that feeling. If your goal is to kill a rat, you need to make sure it’s dead, because if it survived the murder attempt, it will haunt you down.
- When the person you love dies, you think you’ll never be able to laugh again, but one night comes and when you go to bed you suddenly realize that you never once thought about that person, it’s the balance of life, you’re not dead, you go on living, said the elderly cemetery keeper to the little girl who came every day to the grave of her dog
Unlike people, music can be trusted. It’s always there for you. You just have to touch the keys, and she appears immediately. One need only wish, and it immediately emerges from the silence, brings to life in you the binding threads, burns you; not true, not false; one of the innate, bearing elements of the spirit in the human soul, beyond the physical being, history, and politics, it is beyond wealth and poverty, beyond life and death. Music is eternal. Unknown author.