A Window (or Door) to Escape

Tales of a Hypochondriac

I wasn’t going to write a post today, because I am lazy and just wanted to take a break, but a bird (now named Jim) flew through my open door and trapped itself in the kitchen. No, that isn’t a metaphor. A freaking bird flew through the back door and slammed into the kitchen window. I laughed at first, then I realized I am that bird. I fly into something and am not able to get out. Anxiety being that thing. My mind jumps into an anxious state and is fighting with itself to escape.

I feel like I’m in a jail cell, more often than I’d like. The ridiculous thing about it is that even if I get out of my cautious mindset, I am terrified of the world around me. I look around at what goes on and I am tempted to get back in my cozy little…

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