Taylor’s Guide To Chipping Away At Your Self-Esteem and Turning Into a Ball of Worry

I have a lot of talents. Well, that’s not true. I have a lot of things I consider talents, like drinking liquids incredibly quickly and remembering the lyrics to almost every song I’ve ever heard. I also have the talent of worrying. Yes, I am an expert. You name something, I’ve worried about it. Just last week, I was worrying about how I’m going to work my baby weight off…and I’m not pregnant. I am a grade-A worrier.

Are you jealous of my worrying power? Would you like to worry about everything and feel certain about nothing? It might not be marketable on a resume, but I can teach you how to become stressed and unsure of yourself in just a few simple steps!

1. Always assume everyone is doing the thing you want to do. This is a simple one for beginners. Whenever you begin to comfort yourself by thinking that other people don’t have 4.0 GPAs, think again. Tell yourself that EVERYONE in the world is succeeding, but you. Everyone else can get into Harvard. Everyone else looks great in a bikini. This simple change in thought will immediately send you into questioning everything about yourself, because if everyone else can do it, what the heck is wrong with you?

2. Become distressed about things you didn’t do and never wanted to do. This one is key. There are so many people out there in the world doing things better and faster than you. Some of these things you probably had never thought to do. Once you hear about them, that makes them prime material for worrying and disappointment. An 11-year-old climbed Mount Everest? There’s a great place to start! Immediately become distressed about the fact you never ventured to do it. Do you hate rock climbing? Stew about it anyway! Find sadness in the fact that you never even thought to design a microchip at the age of 10, and someone else did. It’s that simple!

3. If you’re not catastrophizing, you’re doing it wrong. Always assume the worst-case scenario. Link every minor potential mishap to the end result of you living in an old cardboard box down by the river, and you’ll find yourself overreacting to even the smallest misfortunes with ease.

4. Set unrealistic and unachievable goals. One of the things we worry about most naturally are our goals. Am I going to make as much money as I’d hoped to in 10 years? Am I going to get the grades I wanted? These thoughts can easily be transformed into worry material, by setting unrealistic goals. The starting salary for your profession, for example, might be $60K. You should shoot for making two million by your second year out of college. Or you’re naturally a size 10, and everyone in your family is curvy. You should definitely shoot for being a size zero by spring break, even though it’s likely that that’s physically impossible. These unrealistic goals will have you worrying about how you’re going to achieve them in no time!

5. Compare yourself to EVERYONE. I’ve touched on this before, but one of the best ways to throw yourself into a fit of worrying is to stop focusing on yourself and start focusing on everyone else. What is she wearing that you don’t have? What is he doing that you haven’t? How much money are they making? Is it more than you? Questions like these will help you to lose your sense of uniqueness and feel like an average Joe with no real talents before you know it.

If you follow these simple steps, I guarantee that in just five minutes, you’ll be less relaxed, more stressed, and even less prepared to take on the world.

How do you turn yourself into a big ball of worry? Are your tendencies to worry as unrealistic and silly as mine?

Xoxo, Taylor

Anxiety and Relating to Others

If you’ve read my post on anxiety, you know that anxiety is something I’ve been managing and working through for a long time. In preparing to blog today, I was surfing the internet, hoping for some inspiration. I went to Cosmopolitan magazine’s website, figuring I’d find something humorous and blog-worthy among their (presumably) terrible Valentine’s Day suggestions, but instead I found this: an article entitled “11 Ways Anxiety Disorders Make Dating Harder.

I decided to click, thinking I’d be entertained, but instead I was offended. Anxiety, in my view, isn’t a joking matter. Interestingly, the article was written by someone with anxiety, and most commenters responded positively. Maybe I just can’t take a joke. But anxiety doesn’t necessarily mean pill-popping, chugging wine, and “overdramatizing” everything.

So I’d like to offer my own commentary (sans GIFs and broad overgeneralizations) about what it is like to be in relationships (platonic and romantic) when dealing with anxiety.

Being in a relationship with anxiety means it’s hard to separate your feelings from anxious thoughts. When something upsets me (a friend won’t return a call, etc), I can’t tell sometimes if it’s an issue a normal person would be upset about. I think I’m upset, but then I wonder if I’m just assuming the role of a mind-reader and guessing that they hate me/don’t care about my feelings (symptom of anxiety), and then I question whether or not I’m upset at all. The logic becomes circular, and after awhile I have no idea which is right, and if I’m thinking clearly or not. Pair this with the fact that I’m not a confrontational person and it becomes hard to approach conflict because I don’t know which of my feelings are even reasonable or actionable.

Having anxiety in a relationship also makes it harder to accept the statements of those around you at face value. I tend to be a self-doubter, and so I often find myself questioning if compliments received are genuine, if those around me mean what they say, if my friends are really my friends or if they’re people who think I’m weird but have taken pity on me anyway. I am so lucky to be surrounded by people who I believe genuinely care about me, but I have to constantly remind myself of this, as anxiety causes me to question everything.

Not only does anxiety make relationships difficult in its manifestations, it makes having relationships with those who don’t have anxiety hard. If you haven’t experienced it, it’s hard to understand what it feels like. Those with anxiety can’t understand how I can say I know my thoughts are irrational, but simultaneously allow them to impact my mood. They can’t fully comprehend why sometimes I feel sick to my stomach and downcast for no tangible reason, why I sometimes have trouble dealing with things that other people would bounce back from quickly. They always try and understand, and I appreciate that more than they know. It still makes things hard.

With awareness comes power, and so these are things the person suffering from anxiety can manage. Anxiety does not mean I’m doomed to have unsatisfying relationships or to be alone forever, it just means that relating to other people can sometimes be a challenge. If you yourself have struggled with anxiety, I’d love to hear your feedback on how this mirrors (or completely doesn’t mirror) your experiences. If you know someone with anxiety, I hope this gave you a greater sense of what it’s like. I’d love to hear your comments too.

Clouded Vision: My Struggle with Anxiety

Since childhood, I’ve never been alone. I never realized it, but it was always there: in the moment I woke up in elementary school from a dead sleep, paralyzed in panic over an overdue library book, in the times I found myself frenzied over being late, in the moment I left my senior celebration early because I didn’t want to be around people.

For my whole life, I’ve been followed by anxiety.

Growing up, I always thought I was normal. If you’d have asked me, I’d have described myself as “type A,” a little “high-strung,” a “perfectionist.” I would have told you it was a good thing. I would have told you I was the type of person that got things done, that over-achieved, that went the extra mile.

I would have believed myself.

In junior high and high school, the perfectionism became a problem. Worries over assignments turned into tears and long hours of stress. By the end of senior year, these episodes became almost weekly occurrences.  I would come home, break down, try to talk it out with family, and end up going to bed early, hoping that sleep would finally give my mind some peace. I catastrophized constantly, believing every test grade would have a larger-than-life impact. I believed the graduation of my friends would lead to the end of my social life. I believed the worst was always around the corner.

I still never really realized that anything was wrong with me.

For some strange reason, coming to college temporarily stifled the stresses. Freshman year went surprisingly smoothly, and I chalked the stresses of high school up to the pressure of getting into college. Now that I was at my dream school, I’d be able to calm down. I believed I had moved on, that I was a different person. In an application for a campus club, I even wrote about overcoming my “worries,” as I called them. “It’s hard to break the habit of constant questioning, of worrying, stressing, and obsessing, but I’ve already come such a long way,” I wrote.

This school year was different. I realized something was wrong.

I came back to school sophomore year enthusiastic and ready for another year, but the enthusiasm quickly faded. I was going to the gym daily, but despite being tired, I couldn’t sleep at night. My moods were off, and I found myself feigning enthusiasm for things I used to enjoy. I attributed all of these things to the “sophomore slump.” The newness of college wears off after freshman year, I told myself. It’s okay to feel a little out-of-sorts. I did begin to notice, however, a growing stress over social interactions. I’d always thought of myself as outgoing, but I found myself avoiding new crowds of people and unfamiliar situations where I knew no one.

One night, I had the closest thing I’ve ever had to a panic attack. It started with something small that had upset me, but spiraled quickly out control. I was short of breath and felt sick to my stomach. It was like the world was closing in on me while my mind ran a million miles an hour, ricocheting wildly off of the walls of my skull. I felt crazy. I didn’t know which feelings were real and which weren’t. I was having bizarre thoughts, uncharacteristic thoughts, and I didn’t know how to stop them.

Finally, I realized something was really, truly wrong.

As of about two months ago, I finally came to the realization that what I’ve been dealing with all my life isn’t a case of a high-achiever mindset or of a love of perfectionism. I’ve been dealing with anxiety, and more recently, situational depression related to it.

Anxiety is all-consuming. It can affect your relationships, your work, your leisure time. It can tell you things that aren’t true, and unknowing of its power, you believe them. It’s something separate from yourself, an outside force that distorts reality.

After beginning to work through all of the triggers of my anxiety and learning how to manage it, I’ve realized that all my life, I’ve never seen clearly. If you have glasses, you know what it’s like when you look over a pot of boiling water. Your glasses fog up. You can’t see anything. Now imagine that you try to do to your calculus homework after that. Maybe you can see a little, but it’s awfully difficult to see what’s happening. Is that a five? Am I supposed to divide or multiply? And you’re constantly reminded of your glasses and the fog. It’s always there, always present, and clouding everything.

This is how I lived the first nineteen years of my life.

I’m sharing my experience because I have the strong feeling that I’m not alone. I know there are some of you who will think that I’m crazy, or you won’t be able to relate. There are others of you, more importantly, who will read this and realize that in some small or some larger way, it reminds you of yourself.

I’m writing for you.

I want you to know a few things. First, you aren’t weird, different, or the only one who feels as you do. Many people struggle with feelings of anxiety, in varying degrees. Whether people are willing or able to admit it, anxiety is a common problem, especially among college students, I suspect. You’re not alone. The issues affecting those with anxiety can range from body image to test anxiety and everything in between.

Second, you don’t have to keep living with it. Waking up frequently at night in a panic isn’t just something that happens. Feeling extreme anxiety before every exam isn’t just part of college. We all have moments of anxiety or stress, but when it begins to affect how you live your daily life, it’s not okay anymore. I didn’t realize for most of my life that what I was grappling with wasn’t a personality quirk or a given, but an outside force that I was allowing to affect me in a profound and even crippling way.

If you need to, don’t be afraid to seek outside help. Sometimes it takes someone else to help us know ourselves and how we think. If you’ve let your glasses stay foggy for that long, you might not know how to make them clear again.

Finally, anxiety is an obstacle, not a limit. Learning to recognize anxious thoughts and behaviors and identify them as such is empowering. It allows me to say I am a person who sometimes has anxious thoughts, not a person who is consumed by anxiety.

I think of it as the difference between a tiny lily pad floating in a giant pool of water, and a tall, tall sunflower whose leaves collect a drop or two of water when the morning dew settles. When the night falls, and when the droplets of dew cling, I can shake them off. I’m not consumed by the anxiety, not drowned by it. It’s only a small part of how I live my life, a life that I hope will only become more rich and clear as I am finally beginning to see clearly for the first time.



If you have similar experiences or if this touched you in any way, I would love to hear about it. Please comment below.