Why worry? I wonder all the time why worry?

Worry. It's a strange sensation, and I know I'm not the only one.

I worry about a lot of things... mostly those I don't have control over. Which is stupid really, because I can do simply nothing about them, and should be resolved in this fact.

Confession: I had a few months of therapy, when I was around 16, about my excessive worrying. I was diagnosed with "Generalized Anxiety Disorder". The treatment helped me to reduce the symptoms, but by no means cured me.

I've started to notice I'm not the only one who worries though. Following last night's post I had two concerned friends check if I was okay, I appreciate this guys, thanks. I guess I do only tend to do these posts when something is up, but for me I tend to pour my thoughts and my worries into the blog, post it, and some way forget about them. Or atleast that's the idea anyway.

I guess my main trouble is I ponder the worst case scenario, before eventually coming up with, less convincing, more realistic thoughts.

On a relatively unrelated topic, but it's too small to post on it's own and I want to say it. I'm fedup with something my mind's been doing lately. At times when I'm not around others and am not specifically happy (not necessarily sad) my brain starts reliving arguments with the ex, or things I could have done better, ways she annoyed me... anything negative about the concept of relationships... it really drags me down, would kinda like it to gtfo.

Anon out.