Anxiety

I feel like I've always had anxiety.
With being a psychology major, we've studied it pretty in-depth.
Sometimes it seems helpful. Sometimes it doesn't.
Just because I understand it more, doesn't mean that will stop it.
Anyways.
When I was little I'd get stomach aches because of the anxiety.
Or I didn't do things that I wanted to because the anxiety wasn't worth it.
I feel like I missed out on stuff because of it.
Now that I've gotten kind of used to it, I've been able to use it in healthier ways. Some anxiety is good because then you get things done. If you didn't stress about anything at all you wouldn't do anything at all.
You study for tests because you're anxious (if you're too anxious though, then you're screwed). I've gotten good grades probably because of anxiety (and it's part of procrastination too).
I've pushed myself to just do stuff anyways. I call the banks and the phone companies with discrepancies or complaints.
But then there are other times where it's just crippling. And that's when it hurts. That's when I get angry at myself.
This week's going to be a tough one.
Buuusy.
So grateful for lots of hours at work.
And to be close to done with the semester.
Midterms, papers, and presentations are throughout this upcoming week.
Floorset is tomorrow night and Sunday night.
Not my favorite way to start the week...
Fortunately, I have an amazing God who can carry me through this all. And comfort me. And loves me.