There was an analogy that someone used to describe my anxieties and me.<\/p>\n
I am in a battlefield. Suddenly, I look up. There\\’s nobody standing. Everyone is dead, lying still. Blood spattered in my hands. And the realization that I was the one who caused it who hits me. There is nobody left. I am alone.<\/p>\n
An analogy like that. Maybe there were other things associated with it, but suddenly I got a massive headache. Tears flow, but I don\\’t want to let them fall. And the anxiety starts again.<\/p>\n
It\\’s odd but Lele\\’s comment (oh and my sister<\/a>\\’s comment too – awww she\\’s so cute, go visit her blogee!) in the last entry<\/a> provided instantaneous relief. Maybe it\\’s because I find that situation so funny. And fortunately, it\\’s so separate from my every day dilemma.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" There was an analogy that someone used to describe my anxieties and me. I am in a battlefield. Suddenly, I look up. There\\’s nobody standing. Everyone is dead, lying still. Blood spattered in my hands. And the realization that I … Continue reading