Let me apologize in advance. This is not the post I planned for today. I was working on a story that I plan to post soon, but I’ve been preoccupied. Can I let you all in on a little secret? I’m a worrier.
There. I said it. Done. I don’t feel better. I feel even more annoyed and frustrated with myself. I mean, is it just me? I know I can’t be alone. Somewhere, out of the blue, I turned into a serious worrier. It’s like, my small worries have become large worries. My once a month worries have turned into everyday worries. It seems to get worse and worse the older I get. Does anyone else get like this?
I think this all started when I hit 30. Yes, pretty sure that’s when it happened. I think something snapped in my brain and has been focused on the notion of worrying for every little thing. It’s not as bad as I’m making it out to be. But honestly, I have to stop myself from time to time and pray! I have to pray to God that I don’t drive myself insane with all the worrying. It’s really getting to me.
Anyone going through this or went through this? What do/did you do?
Worried I’ll Still Be Worried