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I have lived most of my adult life living in a constant state of anxiety. After finally feeling as though I have conquered my relationship anxiety, I feel anxious about things I’ve never thought of before. I used to compulsively think and worry about whether or not my partner is the one, if I will end up divorced or childless, if I should break up with my partner, if I should fix things with an old partner, etc. Now, I am simply anxious about death. I feel so content in my relationship for the first time but my brain still somehow finds a way to ruin me. It’s laughing at me saying “Now you’ll get to worry about not making it to see your happiest days.” It has made my OCD skyrocket. I am compulsively acting in ridiculous behaviors because my brain is telling me that if I don’t, my partner or I will die. It feels as though I am being punished for making all of those mistakes between the years of my abuse and now. It’s fine, I deserve it and more. It’s fine, I can handle it and more.
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Apr 22, 2023
Apr 22, 2023 at 9:46 PM UTC
You Don’t Get to Complain
I have lived most of my adult life living in a constant state of anxiety. After finally feeling as though I have conquered my relationship anxiety, I feel anxious about things I’ve never thought of before. I used to compulsively think and worry about whether or not my partner is the one, if I will end up divorced or childless, if I should break up with my partner, if I should fix things with an old partner, etc. Now, I am simply anxious about death. I feel so content in my relationship for the first time but my brain still somehow finds a way to ruin me. It’s laughing at me saying “Now you’ll get to worry about not making it to see your happiest days.” It has made my OCD skyrocket. I am compulsively acting in ridiculous behaviors because my brain is telling me that if I don’t, my partner or I will die. It feels as though I am being punished for making all of those mistakes between the years of my abuse and now. It’s fine, I deserve it and more. It’s fine, I can handle it and more.
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Apr 22, 2023
Apr 22, 2023 at 9:46 PM UTC
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