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Letters From My Prison Of Worry
by Leslie
who just don’t care. It must be
so liberating.
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I care about some things & some things I don’t. At 40 years of age I stopped worrying about what everyone thinks of me. I am me…..get used to it=) But I do care more than ever about others & the effect my actions have on them.
What are you worried about dear?
This is a very enigmatic post, dear Leslie! Worry is useless. It sucks up much needed energy that you can apply to being proactive. Focus on things you can control. Do the best you can, keep your options open, think outside the box, and look for opportunities. All will be well.
The ex is one of those people who seems to worry about nothing. He’s been in more trouble than anyone I know personally. But yeah… doesn’t seem to care.
I could use some of that on occasion, too. Maybe it would reduce my need for anxiety treatments. :S
It depends what to care about
I hope theyc are about people…but not the ‘small stuff’
Balance is best, I think, but I tend to tip more to the worry side, too. Hope whatever it is/was is all good.
AMEN!!! I am learning not to care what some people think . . . . now if i could just say “screw you” to the rest of them!!!! You and I will have to keep on dreaming!
I worry way too much about what everyone thinks of me. I need to find a cure for that!
And if you asked, “What aren’t you worried about?” That’d be easier to answer, because it’s pretty much everything that’s worrying me. I need medication or something! I’m driving myself crazy.
I realize that worrying isn’t changing anything. Things will be how they’ll be whether I worry over them or not. But I still can’t seem to let it go. Dave can hardly stand to talk to me, lately, because of it. I need to lighten up. I just can’t seem to.
I hear that. Anxiety treatments sound pretty appealing right now.
I just wish I didn’t care so much about being pleasing to everyone. It’s exhausting. And impossible. Still, I continue to do it. That’s insanity, right?
I’ve tipped to the worry side and slipped off into the pit of worry and I’m stuck there. It’s no fun. I’m no fun! I need to get out of it.
My brain is just programmed to try and please people and then worry, worry, worry. Maybe I need electoshock therapy?