Is there a single goddamned person who is not anxiety spiraling every second that can talk to me like a normal person.

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Is there a single goddamned person who is not anxiety spiraling every second that can talk to me like a normal person.
I love how I came on here, reblogged 4 of the same blogs posts, and now I’m leaving. my attention span is very bad lately 😂
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I’ve, lately, limited a lot of people’s time with me. It’s been a tremendous and devastating time of loss for me because you turn around and look at your life and see the relationships you busted your ass for don’t really serve you, if ever. The fruits of your labor, if you will. I’ve had to transform my approach—I’ve had to do what the rest of you do: hiding my true feelings, never giving my opinion until asked, withholding, skirting. It’s the only real way people understand me. Some people are delusional enough to believe we’ve “gotten closer” (family), and in some ways maybe that’s true. But my actions in the relationship are empty, because it’s the only version of me you will accept. It’s a distance. My emotional distance widens. I am not a very giving person, I understand that about myself now.
The good news: I’m learning to control my tumultuous emotions, which serves me. I limit my time with others, which serves me. I think before I speak, and sometimes even choose not to (unless pressed). Maybe I’m not generous now, but I will be because the new relationships that come into my life as a result of my efforts will breathe life into my giving spirit. I know I possess it.
i don't care if nobody ever sees my blog again i will stay here until they close these mf gates on my ass!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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