I worry a lot. And not just normal worrying either. I worry to a level that if any one person truly understood, he/she would probably worry about me. I worry that my children are growing up in a world that is being controlled more and more by fear with each passing day. I don’t/can’t watch the news anymore. I worry that if I see one more broadcast of a school shooting that I will lock my children in the basement and throw away the key. I worry that my children will grow up and one day not like me. I worry that if my children don’t like me someday, everything I have done, am doing, and will do for them will be meaningless in their eyes.
I want more than anything for my children to become well-adjusted, respectful, and happy people.
I worry that this is too big a task for me. I worry that I drink too much wine. I worry that I spend too much money on wine. I worry that I don’t care that I drink or spend too much money on wine. I worry that if one more person makes a sarcastic comment to me about “not working” that I will punch them in the face.
I probably need therapy.