Anxiety is a Liar

 

This piece is part of a series of posts about my experiences living with anxiety. Further installments coming soon.

I’ve been planning to go to a friend’s get-together all week. I’ve been telling myself I can do it all week. There won’t be more than 15 people there. I know them all. I’ve been to her house and these parties before.

It’ll be fine.

I’m capable of going. Of having a good time. Of relaxing my tight tight tight grip on myself and my small circle of things I can control and–for on...