A logo for a personal blog titled "I am AnxietyGirl," exploring the journey of leaping to the worst possible conclusion in a single bound. The logo should capture the essence of the blog's theme with a bold and expressive design, reflecting the rollercoaster of emotions and experiences of anxiety and introspection.

I am AnxietyGirl; leaping to the worst possible conclusion in a single bound.

She held her breath and jumped. My personal blog.

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  • October 17, 2020

    The Sadist and the masochist.

    The enlightenment of “Master J” Many, many, chances….. My journeys haven’t been pretty, I “lost” or my petulant side screams “was robbed!!” Of what I thought was my beauty, my goods, my currency, my self-worth. Truth time,…….. I was ugly long before I was acquainted with my aforementioned nemesis, “Mack” There were plenty of opportunities,…

  • October 14, 2020

    Broken is no longer synonymous with my dysfunctional surname.

  • October 13, 2020

    You will not serve my sentence.

    Some moments, I get a reprieve. From your torture, your smile, your sadistically unapologetic pain. I’m reminded, Short-lived reprieve, I’m reminded. I will not stop or rest. You’re my home. There is no rest, for anyone who stands in my way. Until you’re home. The pain offers me the gift of sadistic, motivation. It comes,…

  • October 13, 2020

    Waking from my slumber.

    Change,….whispered, my patient higher power. Her whispers graduated to, Suggestion, morphed into Begging, then outright humiliating pleading, and with all earnestness, I ignored, tuned out, and placed blame. She had enough….her lesson that followed. Well, it’s been catastrophic. In October 2014 I started, slowly, painfully, yawning. Waking from my slumber. The angel, “Swami” offered his…

  • October 13, 2020

    Dirt Beneath my Fingernails..

    I still, and I will never stop.  Days the cinder blocks earnestly pull me back, I will drop to my knees. But I will not stop. My dearest son, I will crawl, digging my fingernails, into the earth. I will be exhausted  I may bleed I may cry But my tears aren’t from my agony…

  • October 13, 2020

    2 Feet Of Water

    I’ve swam and survived in 1000 feet of water I’ve swam clutching the side of deflating life rafts, in 500 feet of water. I survived. I’ve swam and survived riptides in 400 feet of water I’m exhausted  I’m exhausted, I’ll fall apart with all my heart, You can watch from your window. It’s been months…

  • September 23, 2020

    Been there, done that, have the T-shirt.

    Some of the best advice I stumbled upon. “Feel free to ask that question early on and get aggressive. I believe in paranoia as an amazing self-protective mechanism.” I didn’t catch the name of the bloke who put the aforementioned prose together, but thanks.

  • August 31, 2020

    This chapter is over.

    This chapter is over.

    Dearest Mom, Have you ever been so proud of yourself that there are no pros in the entire dictionary that could articulate how you feel on the inside? I won finally, in my own way. Doing the right thing the entire time, I am on a new adventure now my new journey a new chapter…

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