Written by Emma Cooke
Big things help, but so can little things.
Like a lot of people, I have anxiety. In my case, it’s primarily social anxiety, with a little bit of generalised anxiety thrown in to spice things up.
I’m a potent blend of discomfort and overanalysis. I call it eau d’neurosisi.
My anxiety keeps me up at night, makes me question EVERYTHING, affects how I interact with people, and is generally a complete *insert terrible swearword*.
If anxiety were a person, it would be that one guy at parties who hoards all the nibbles and then tries to explain your own dissertation to you.