After waking up somewhere shy of 5 am today, I found myself in the grip of the same intangible anxiety I’ve been trying to beat back for my adult life. The judgment had come in, and my case had been sorted into a pile labeled “LOSERS”. I was a failure who would never amount to anything in this life. I will never work in journalism again, will never published again, will never write a book because those are all things that would require me to be anything other than an abject failure. I rolled onto my side and tried to focus my breath, to “catch a wave,” as my indefatigable YouTube yoga instructor says. No such luck.
5.6.19
5.6.19
5.6.19
After waking up somewhere shy of 5 am today, I found myself in the grip of the same intangible anxiety I’ve been trying to beat back for my adult life. The judgment had come in, and my case had been sorted into a pile labeled “LOSERS”. I was a failure who would never amount to anything in this life. I will never work in journalism again, will never published again, will never write a book because those are all things that would require me to be anything other than an abject failure. I rolled onto my side and tried to focus my breath, to “catch a wave,” as my indefatigable YouTube yoga instructor says. No such luck.