For context, my phone died this morning eventhough i went to bed with more than 50%. As a result my alarm did not ring and i woke up late for work. Utterly disappointed.
About to start my first internship tomorrow at a research agency and i’m nervous!!!!!! i’ve never done research at a professional level and as i look at ny job description, i’m very worried about my performance in doing the tasks i’m assigned 😪
i’m also worried about meeting my colleagues, the lunch situation like do i eat with someone (?) or just leave when its time, how do i address my colleagues etc. oh and how do i small talk with adults!!!
girlies pls send some advice!!!!!
My first day of internship starts tomorrow and I have been NERVOUSSSSS. I have lost my appetite for a week and could barely do anything other than doomscrolling Tiktok.
Would appreciate some kind words for my internship. Currently have so many worries and thoughts, being at my workplace on time, how would lunch be?, meeting my coworkers etc! Really nervous AHHHHHHHH
i live in an asian country where live-in helpers are generally hired to help take care of elderly parents or young children in replacement of elderly & children daycare centres. but due to some issues within the family, my aunt’s live-in helper has to live with my family temporarily.
issue is that i share a room with my sister and with no other rooms available at home, i practically came home to a stranger living in my home and my room being shared. my bed is being used by the helper because obviously we can’t be asking her to sleep on a mattress or something. and while i understand the circumstance on why she has to take my bed and share my room, i feel angry at the the fact that there was little regard to me given that it is also my room and my bed that is being taken up.
and though i share a room with my sister, it is different to be living with my sister as compared to a stranger, i don’t feel as comfortable to be laying starshaped on the bed where a stranger can enter the room and would chill there when she’s not working. i don’t feel as comfortable to be dressing in shorts and singlet in front of a stranger at home.
and having lost my personal space, it is eating me up and making me go anxious again. i just want to feel at home, comfortable and safe. but when you have a stranger sharing your room, albeit she’s nice and minds her own business, it’s different especially as a grown adult
I've been a huge fan of The Weeknd for years, and recently his music has started giving me genuine anxiety. It started when his After Hours era rolled out. The album, the visuals, the concept — everything about it was so creatively immaculate that instead of just enjoying it, I found myself feeling anxious. Like an almost suffocating awareness of how extraordinary his artistry is, and how far that felt from anything I could ever achieve or be. It in fact made me have a burning desire to be a pop star singer/producer too.
Now he's teasing an Asia tour, and the anxiety is back, worse than before. My heart races when I see updates about it. I can't tell exactly what's triggering it. Is it because somewhere deep down, I still have this vague desire to be a singer — even though I have no real creativity for it, and no burning drive to sacrifice everything else in my life just to chase that dream? Or is it because after years of obsessing over him, I finally reached a place where I felt like I'd moved past that intense parasocial connection — and now the thought of seeing him perform live is threatening to undo that, forcing me to confront the reality that he truly is a real person existing in the same world as me?
Why am I anxious over something irrational and quite frankly, something unfathomable. Talking about this, I hear myself talking something nonsensical cause what do you mean I get anxiety over a man because he makes me want to be a pop star but I can't cause I can't sing? So how do I talk about something like this in therapy?
I've been a huge fan of The Weeknd for years, and recently his music has started giving me genuine anxiety — and I don't fully understand why.
It started when his After Hours era rolled out. The album, the visuals, the concept — everything about it was so creatively immaculate that instead of just enjoying it, I found myself feeling anxious. Like an almost suffocating awareness of how extraordinary his artistry is, and how far that felt from anything I could ever achieve or be.
Now he's teasing an Asia tour, and the anxiety is back, worse than before. My heart races when I see updates about it. I can't tell exactly what's triggering it. Is it because somewhere deep down, I still have this vague desire to be a singer — even though I have no real creativity for it, and no burning drive to sacrifice everything else in my life just to chase that dream? Or is it because after years of obsessing over him, I finally reached a place where I felt like I'd moved past that intense parasocial connection — and now the thought of seeing him perform live is threatening to undo that, forcing me to confront the reality that he truly is a real person existing in the same world as me? And if so, why?
Why does something so logically stupid, so unrealistic, so genuinely nonsensical cause me this much physical and emotional distress? Why does my brain treat this like a threat when I know, rationally, that none of this should matter this much?
Is this anxiety? Why am I anxious over something irrational and quite frankly, something unfathomable? What should I do?
Is this anxiety? Why am I anxious over something irrational and quite frankly, something unfathomable? What should I do?
I've been a huge fan of The Weeknd for years, and recently his music has started giving me genuine anxiety — and I don't fully understand why.
It started when his After Hours era rolled out. The album, the visuals, the concept — everything about it was so creatively immaculate that instead of just enjoying it, I found myself feeling anxious. Like an almost suffocating awareness of how extraordinary his artistry is, and how far that felt from anything I could ever achieve or be.
Now he's teasing an Asia tour, and the anxiety is back, worse than before. My heart races when I see updates about it. I can't tell exactly what's triggering it. Is it because somewhere deep down, I still have this vague desire to be a singer — even though I have no real creativity for it, and no burning drive to sacrifice everything else in my life just to chase that dream? Or is it because after years of obsessing over him, I finally reached a place where I felt like I'd moved past that intense parasocial connection — and now the thought of seeing him perform live is threatening to undo that, forcing me to confront the reality that he truly is a real person existing in the same world as me? And if so, why?
Why does something so logically stupid, so unrealistic, so genuinely nonsensical cause me this much physical and emotional distress? Why does my brain treat this like a threat when I know, rationally, that none of this should matter this much?
What type of anxiety is this and what should I do?
Is this anxiety? Why am I anxious over something irrational and quite frankly, something unfathomable? What should I do?
I've been a huge fan of The Weeknd for years, and recently his music has started giving me genuine anxiety — and I don't fully understand why.
It started when his After Hours era rolled out. The album, the visuals, the concept — everything about it was so creatively immaculate that instead of just enjoying it, I found myself feeling anxious. Like an almost suffocating awareness of how extraordinary his artistry is, and how far that felt from anything I could ever achieve or be.
Now he's teasing an Asia tour, and the anxiety is back, worse than before. My heart races when I see updates about it. I can't tell exactly what's triggering it. Is it because somewhere deep down, I still have this vague desire to be a singer — even though I have no real creativity for it, and no burning drive to sacrifice everything else in my life just to chase that dream? Or is it because after years of obsessing over him, I finally reached a place where I felt like I'd moved past that intense parasocial connection — and now the thought of seeing him perform live is threatening to undo that, forcing me to confront the reality that he truly is a real person existing in the same world as me? And if so, why?
Why does something so logically stupid, so unrealistic, so genuinely nonsensical cause me this much physical and emotional distress? Why does my brain treat this like a threat when I know, rationally, that none of this should matter this much?
What type of anxiety is this and what should I do?
i have a weird form of anxiety or anxiousness, though i’ve never been diagnosed with anything. hear me out. i love music. and i love singers. i recently discovered The Weeknd, and he’s become my new hyperfixation. i love music and songs so much that i’ve always had strong desires to be a singer. to be a pop star. to write top charting hits.
the issue? i have terrible singing abilities. i’ve tried writing music and it’s horrible. i can’t even play any instruments. but my hyperfixation gets so intense that i start feeling anxious over the fact that i’m not living the life of a pop star, and i constantly compare myself to the singers i hyperfixate on. they win an award? cool, but then i start wishing i could be as big of a singer or performer as them. and it becomes sooo anxiety-inducing.
why do i wake up with my heart racing now that it’s tour season? why is my anxiety so bad over dreams of living a life that i realistically know probably won’t happen for me? help me out. hell, i even get anxiety over the singer’s own personal life sometimes. is this anxiety or what?
i have been living life trying to be a singer and it is ruining my life. i have dreams to enter a music course eventhough i have no skills or desire to be anything else in the music industry. i only want to be a singer so u can imagine just how bad my anxiety is. The Weeknd is going on tour soon and the dates are killing me. i am nervous at the prospect of seeing him and realising such an artist really exists.