This Is The Mental Cycle Of Someone With Anxiety
The words that are left turn to tears and escape through my eyes. My body continues to host this sadness until all the words have turned into wept tears and I breathe again.
The words that are left turn to tears and escape through my eyes. My body continues to host this sadness until all the words have turned into wept tears and I breathe again.
Being a twentysomething corporate manager swimming in a pool of older men hadn’t broken me, but it felt as if this one man was going to push me over the edge – sending me to a mental state of no return.
Sharing too much personal information with your coworkers.