My Feelings Taste Like Pizza

So I have this problem where my anxiety levels are at 100% one hundred percent of the time. I’ve always carried a ton of anxiety and frequently turn to food to temporarily make me feel less shitty. This is a huge part of why I weigh over 300 lbs. I either eat my feelings or they’ll eat me from the inside out. 

I’ve tried other coping tools such as prayer and meditation. The problem is when someone’s fuckin’ with my situation I can either burry my feelings under a pile of pizza, look like a psycho when I immediately start praying in front of the very person stressing me out, or I can throat chop the fool. Throat chopping someone might seem worth it at the time, but being locked up might just make shit worse. 

To be honest, I don’t have a solution. This anxiety is rotting my insides. It always demands more of me and sticks to my soul like tar. Maybe I can run from it by upping my weekly mileage. I have got to find a way to kick anxiety in the metaphorical dick. 

One comment

  1. tarnishedsoul · September 27, 2016

    Yes! That’s exactly what I do too…
    I’ve stuffed my feelings (along with all the food) so far down, it’s hard to know if I can ever get them out.

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