I started to a bit of a sob story about me being pathetic about something, not related to my current anxiety issues.
I was three paragraphs in explaining the issue and realised the utter “patheticity” (I know that’s not a word. I’m sure there’s a word that describes how pathetic I am being over the issue, but I can’t think of it now) of what I was writing. That I had to delete all of it. I’m just too ashamed and embarrassed by the whole thing.
Don’t worry it’s not a deep dark secret, it is one that is visible to all of my family on two occasions per year.
Bills Posts 