I have an anxiety disorder. I take meds for it. I worry about stupid things, and get, hahah, anxious about things that make no sense to get anxious about. This is the ordinary, day-to-day life I have.
Adding writing to this is both easy and frustrating. I love to write. So long as I stay within the limitations that my anxiety has set, I can do it. Unfortunately, sometimes these limitations lead to procrastination and a complete lack of words.
Things that my anxiety makes scary/difficult:
- finishing a story
- starting a new story
- editing and rewriting
- letting people read what I’ve written
- reading what I’ve written
Over the years, I’ve discovered things that help with these, like the comforting ritual of prepping for, and doing, NaNoWriMo. Other times I just have to push at a boundary. Like doing this blog.
Maybe if I can get the words together to express what is exactly holding me back, I can figure out ways to deal with each issue. Fingers crossed.