I don’t know exactly what I’d be giving up, though, since I’m barely functioning lately. This morning I had to take two Ativans (one usually does the job) because I was so anxious and scared and sad, and my chest felt like it was being crushed.
Sorry for the bummer of a post. I’m just going through a very rough time and I desperately want some peace.
This song has helped me get through a whole lot in the seventeen years since its release. I was fortunate to see him sing it live, too—an unforgettable night.
Since losing my grandfather last month my anxiety has gotten increasingly worse, to the point of panic. The only people I really have left are my parents, and my mother has been struggling too (as she lost her dad). My father, on the other hand, has always been remote. So while it shouldn’t come as a surprise that he hasn’t asked how I’m doing even once, it still hurts.
My grandfather couldn’t go ten minutes without telling me he loved me. Apparently my dad thinks I’m just supposed to get over my grief and get on with things.