(via tomcardy)
Pretty much how I talk to my internal critic but with less rhyming
Having a bad anxiety-and-negative-self-talk day and I’m just walking along muttering shut the FUCK up you punk ass bitch and hoping nobody hears me.
My internal monologue isn't that toxic, but I was having those 2:00 AM sessions dredging up all those little molehills and making mountains out of them.
Overthinking, overthinking, overthinking. SHUT UP! I'm trying to sleep here and I have to get up in the morning.
ADHD meds, plus recent the addition of anti anxiety meds, muzzled those noisy bastards quite nicely thank you very much. Now I immediately go back to sleep after my usual mid nightly visit to the facilities, instead of an hour of listening to my brain's equivalent of "THAT" maiden aunt nagging me.























