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The anxiety doesn’t end with success
Or even failure
Robert , very true
That’s why I have left music. It’ incredible how fast something you love can became so painful.
Sometimes, it’s not even success. Just… anything.
Doesn’t need to be success. Or anxiety. This could as well be a regular day at work with someone expecting you to spend your spoons on a specific task *today* while you’d actually need them for something you’re hiding from everyone else.
Spoons…as easy as it is to understand spoons, hardly anyone really gets it. I only get 5 or 6 these days. Normal days zero me out by lunch, but therapy days, with two hours by bus each way, leave me in the red for the following one or two days as well. Forcing myself to show up for obligations is like running an engine without oil.
I’ve had a couple of years like this or two
Oh my, isn’t it the band where selfharm girl was in? What a twist oo