Oh, I know.
I have anxiety.
I try to pretend I don't. I try to hide it when others are around. But, the truth of the matter is that I do and sometimes it's pretty darn apparent.
Especially lately.
Back in High School (which lately feels like a million years ago) while with my best friend Marianne in her room I found a couple of these little dolls on the floor by her bed.
I laughed a little. What funny little dolls to just be lying around a teenager girls room.
"What are these?" I asked.
"Oh," She said as she took them from me and held them in her hand like they were something special/fragile. "They are my worry dolls."
I became very curious. "What are worry dolls?"
"Every night, before I go to bed, I whisper to each one a worry of mine and then put them under my pillow... and, they take my worries away while I sleep."
I knew right away that I needed some worry dolls too.
And, although I haven't used them in years and years I found them in the drawer of my nightstand the other night and seriously considered secretly telling them all my anxious feelings.
It couldn't hurt right?
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