I have an imaginary friend known as Anxiety. Really, he is only imaginary in the fact that he has no body or physical presence, but he is pretty real in the incredible way he holds power in my life.
Every day Anxiety floats along besides me being the biggest and loudest dingleberry I have ever encountered. There are many instances in which Anxiety has made my life embarrassingly painful, but today I will outline just the one (with many sub-sections).
Peter: Melly, we need to apply to graduate school.
Me: Yes. Yes we do.
Peter: You need to contact professors to write you letters of recommendation.
Me: Yes. Yes I do.
Peter: Will you do that please?
Me: Yes. Yes I will.
Anxiety: LOL JK WHO WILL YOU ASK? If you write someone, they will say no, and every time you see them ever you will need to physically hide under a table, because if you don't, and they see you, they will hate you and you will literally pee your pants.
Me: I will not literally pee my pants.
Anxiety: You might! When was the last time you peed your pants?!
Me: Not since I was, like, eight years old!
Anxiety: BZZZZ nope, that was the liar buzzer. You peed your pants earlier this year when you had a UTI because you hate peeing and hold it until you have the pee shivers. Fail! If you can't remember the last time you peed your pants, you probably can't get into graduate school.
Me: I can get into graduate school.
Anxiety: Okay, sure. Good luck with that.
Me: I think you should shut your face. You're not even real.
Peter: Please stop talking to your Anxiety, Melly
Anxiety: Shut up, Peter. You don't even know Melece. I know all of her pee secrets. What do you know? THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT.
Later, I discussed my worries with my therapist. He told me we would conquer it together, and he would help me step by step through my applications, something that gave me incredible deja vu seeing as my therapist in high school had to help me through my university applications.
Dr: So, what will you have done by the next time we meet?
Me: I will have written to professors requesting letters of recommendation.
Dr: Excellent.
Anxiety: Well, that's too bad that you'll NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN.
Me: I'll see him next week.
Anxiety: Except not, because you cannot see him until you ask for letters of recommendation, but, unless you want to start wearing adult diapers, that's not going to happen.
Me: I'll do it, I will!
And that's the true story of how I stopped seeing my therapist.
Every day Anxiety floats along besides me being the biggest and loudest dingleberry I have ever encountered. There are many instances in which Anxiety has made my life embarrassingly painful, but today I will outline just the one (with many sub-sections).
Graduate School Applications vs. Anxiety
Peter: Melly, we need to apply to graduate school.
Me: Yes. Yes we do.
Peter: You need to contact professors to write you letters of recommendation.
Me: Yes. Yes I do.
Peter: Will you do that please?
Me: Yes. Yes I will.
Anxiety: LOL JK WHO WILL YOU ASK? If you write someone, they will say no, and every time you see them ever you will need to physically hide under a table, because if you don't, and they see you, they will hate you and you will literally pee your pants.
Me: I will not literally pee my pants.
Anxiety: You might! When was the last time you peed your pants?!
Me: Not since I was, like, eight years old!
Anxiety: BZZZZ nope, that was the liar buzzer. You peed your pants earlier this year when you had a UTI because you hate peeing and hold it until you have the pee shivers. Fail! If you can't remember the last time you peed your pants, you probably can't get into graduate school.
Me: I can get into graduate school.
Anxiety: Okay, sure. Good luck with that.
Me: I think you should shut your face. You're not even real.
Peter: Please stop talking to your Anxiety, Melly
Anxiety: Shut up, Peter. You don't even know Melece. I know all of her pee secrets. What do you know? THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT.
Later, I discussed my worries with my therapist. He told me we would conquer it together, and he would help me step by step through my applications, something that gave me incredible deja vu seeing as my therapist in high school had to help me through my university applications.
Dr: So, what will you have done by the next time we meet?
Me: I will have written to professors requesting letters of recommendation.
Dr: Excellent.
Anxiety: Well, that's too bad that you'll NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN.
Me: I'll see him next week.
Anxiety: Except not, because you cannot see him until you ask for letters of recommendation, but, unless you want to start wearing adult diapers, that's not going to happen.
Me: I'll do it, I will!
And that's the true story of how I stopped seeing my therapist.
You need a good side. Do you know how everyone has shoulder angels? You've got the bad one taken care of. Now, you just need to recruit Superman or Batman to be your good angel. No! Harry Potter. He killed you-know-who; he can totally battle your anxiety for you. :) Go Team Melly!
ReplyDeleteWe had this discussion about hating the letters of recommendation thing :( I have no advice except maybe just think of all the terrible things you could do to a person if they say no. Makes you feel more in charge, like "HEY WRITE ME A LETTER OF REC YOU DUMB IDIOT OR I'LL SLASH YOUR TIRES!" Then it seems like it's THEIR loss if they don't do it ;)
ReplyDeleteIs this the one that Perter laughs outloud at? That doesn't seem right. Hugs.
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