Back in 2007 I launched a website (way before blogging and influencers) called DoYouLoveIt.com. Each day, I posted about things I loved. Dude lemme tell you, the site took off! IYKYK. The benefit, it felt so good to write my thoughts out.
I woke up this morning paranoid. I started this little space on the internet hoping to find like-minded, unwinded women who find themselves in a similar place in their lives. Confused. Lost. Anxious. When tough conversations arise or confrontations, I legit go non-verbal.
“I carried a watermelon”?????
But nearly twenty years after my first launch, I’m in a different stage of my life. Confused. Lost. Anxious. So maybe reverting back to the things that made me feel good will help as I navigate.
But I swear, I’m not a psycho.
There is so much clutter and noise prancing around my brain, that there is no evident off switch. Writing is therapeutic in a way. As I mentally dump on the page, I’m able to able to release some of the anxiety.
And, it gets worse.
Anxiety leads to paranoia. Paranoia leads to being overwhelmed. Overwhelmed leads to depression. And fuck if I’m going to allow the second half of my life to go in this direction. I recognize it.
disbih refuses to wear it as a badge of dishonor.