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Yet another class on how to handle my anxiety today. I am a lifelong student in this– which is frustrating. I know that, unfortunately, “working through it” is the only way I get past it, but how uncomfortable. How fucking pedestrian.
Sometimes it feels obscene, the human part of me. The part of me that aches to feel.
That spills over.
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30-something Mississippi queer. Bleeding heart with a soft spot for honesty and oversharing. Conquering corporate America and my own insecurities– one day at a time.
