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The cure for an anxious, sucky life, in less than 570 words
You feel miserable. Life is hard. Everyone sucks.
Nobody pays attention to you.
Nobody respects you enough.
You feel low.
Your anxiety is surging.
You try all the cures.
They tell you to take pills. You take them, but they only mask your deeper ‘problems.’
Ultimately they make you feel even worse with all those side-effects.
Sally recommends a great therapist. So they analyse your past. And all that shame is stirred up again.
What your mother said to you to make you feel small. What Jerry at school said about you, which definitely hurt. The obsession with yourself grows.
You feel a little better because you’ve spoken about it. It’s off your chest. But it’s on your mind even more now.
You spend your mornings sitting in the lotus position for hours, hoping something shifts in your brain to empty out your hurts. It kind of works I suppose.
Forty years go by, and you’re still looking for that damn cure. Shouldn’t they be working by now?
Poor you.
