This is a Really Real Mental Health Post.
Anxiety is a bitch.
I’m in South Carolina this weekend, at my soon-to-be in-law’s, spending the Easter holiday with family. But I’m anxious. What if I’m too much? What if I’m not enough? What if, what if, what if?
For the most part, I’m having fun. Her mom is a wonderful person and it’s a blast to hear old family stories and learn about people I may never have a chance to meet. It’s fun to learn where Wonder Woman came from.
But still I’m anxious.
What if I say the wrong thing? What if I act too weird? What if they don’t like me?
I asked Wonder Woman, before we got off the plane, “Will their opinion of me change how you feel about me?” “Of course not!”
But anxiety is a bitch.
Soon we’ll head to Easter Dinner. Nieces and Nephews and Sisters. More family, most of whom I’ve met before, but still I’m anxious.
What if I’m too much? What if I’m not enough?
What if they’ve read all of the things I’ve posted on facebook and already decided that they can’t handle this much crazy?
What if none of this really matters anyway?
What if I just go and be myself and have a good time?
What if I just, for this once, stop worrying about all of the what if’s and instead focus on enjoying myself, being myself, and letting people take me or leave me as I am?
Happy Easter everyone!