When I was little, I was called a worrywart.
Michelle worries over every thing. Michelle is a worrier. A worrywart.
Looking back, I try to remember what young me felt like. I remember being called a worrywart and being told ‘don’t worry so much’ all the time. Like I had a choice. I drank anti-acid medication many nights from the time I was 8 years old. I wasn’t a worrywart. I had an anxiety disorder. I’ve had the same stomach ache for over 4 decades now.
I thought the song Super Massive Black Hole by Muse was called Supersonic Vagabond and I’ve always been vaguely disappointed that it’s not.
This post has nothing to do with music or misheard lyrics. Other than supersonic kind of describes this goddamn anxiety that I cannot shake. I can’t fucking shake it. It’s been months and months since I’ve had relief. I have moments of reprieve, but the anxiety pops up every day.
That question gets a bad rap.
What an interesting question that would be. Who do you think you are? What kind of answers would we get if the question wasn’t designed to invoke shame?