Anxiety. For the sake of this entry I will be referring to anxiety as a she. I’d rather label it as something tangible, like a person instead of ‘just’ an emotion that is hell bent on destroying the best parts of who I am. My house, my rules. So for now, I’m referring to anxiety as a she, and she is a bitch. She shows up at the worst possible times and in the shittiest fucking ways. Anxiety and I are not friends. In fact I despise everything she is, and everything she bullshits my brain into accepting as truth. You’d think that she’d take the hint and stop showing…

It’s no secret that I have a very twisted and sometimes very inappropriate sense of humor. I say a lot of off the wall crap at the very worst times. Half of the reason is because I lack a filter, the other half is because I don’t give a shit what other people think. Of course there is a middle ground in there somewhere which enables me to have a successful professional career. I stopped apologizing a long time ago for that part of who I am, unless I unintentionally hurt someone’s feelings… I’m not an asshole. I don’t make jokes at someone else’s expense because again, I’m not an…