I’ve got Generalized Anxiety Disorder. I worry about everything. I worry about possible bad outcomes almost reflexively. I’m trying to be better about it, but it’s a process, and it’s hard.

I worry that the friends I had who live nearby have forgotten me. I worry that I won’t find friends like that again.

I worry about my job. I worry about my finances.

I worry that I’m just slowly becoming invisible.

It’s silly. They’re ridiculous thoughts. But they won’t leave my head. And the more they loop around, the louder they get.

I worry no one wants to hang out with me because I’m depressing or something like that. That’s a big one lately.

I should stop worrying. And if I could just turn it off just like that, I would. But I’ve tried and I can’t. Even with meds, it’s always there. Just at the back of my mind, ready to pounce the second I feel a moment of insecurity or weakness.

I know I should just accept it, and I’ve been trying to do that. I don’t want to be shy or skittish or afraid to try things. So I push myself to be more adventurous, outgoing, social. At least where I can.