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There's some great irony in the fact that going to my therapist to talk about social anxiety is the most anxious I feel in a given day/week/month. Makes it so hard to keep going, knowing that if I stopped going, overall, on average, I'd be less anxious.

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I had a bit anxiety moment yesterday. I was buying flights in Asia and my card was declined. Reluctantly I phoned the bank. They asked me to confirm security details. Full credit card number. Fine. Expiry date. Fine. PIN I use at ATMs. Fin-- fuck. In my anxiety I couldn't remember it. It wasn't written right in front of me to read from. I entered something resembling it, but wrong. Now I have to go to the bank in person with a ton of ID and prove I'm not a fraudster, I'm just a fucking anxious mess. My brain has said my PIN 1000 times in my head since yesterday, as if to prove that it does in fact know it. And I feel pretty worthless.

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New York 2014 - by: { SamAlive } | [Follow on Tumblr]

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This is Gandalf. She was so cute, I took a photo. Then I noticed she was actually watching my burning charger…

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Listening to an episode of Mental Illness Happy Hour about social anxiety. I'm in a park near my apartment putting off going home because I fear a basic interaction with a housemate. Sometimes "hey" is the hardest word.

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I'm in Bocas del Drago, Panama. I left all of my stuff in my hostel and went out, just me and my swim shorts, to this patch of beach to swim in the Caribbean. I literally couldn't see another person.

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