Relative stress

I will always remember the first and only time I told my dad I was stressed. I was 13, and I had quite a bit of homework to do, a friendship group that thrived on its members saying "No offence, but..." and a sneaking suspicion that I would die alone surrounded by cats. My dad … Continue reading Relative stress

Life as a perpetual worrier

What do you worry about? Earthquakes? Death? GOOD FOR YOU. I mean it - you don't sweat the small stuff and for that I admire you. I, on the other hand, sweat all kinds of stuff. It's a constant heatwave for me. If you think it's petty and unimportant - or just plain weird - … Continue reading Life as a perpetual worrier