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All week long I have been doing battle with the Anxiety Dragon. It's not a Puff the Magic kind either, it's a mean beast, a monster that eats people and burns things down. This dragon likes to whisper in my ear that I will be killed if I leave my home. That dragon used to have a lot more power over me, now I can usually overcome it and actually leave the house. It's no fun to fight the fucker but I use my sword made of marijuana and a shield of Xanax (do not worry about my Xanax consumption, I am extremely careful with its use, it only works if used properly.) I am backed up by an army of friends, who, if I need them will stand shoulder to shoulder with me.

I would guess this timeline has lots of you dealing with your own dragons and black dogs and monsters under the bed. You are not alone, you have an army behind you, keep fighting!

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I’m still on iced coffee, but now it seems like a really good idea to add some Irish cream to that. Fuck it, it’s Friday.

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