My Therapist Says I’m Funny

by: emma sumrell

You know what’s a blast? Anxiety. Just a full-on party every day! Today’s blog post is brought to you by the therapy appointment I booked specifically to figure out why I constantly feel like I’m one missed text away from a total meltdown.

This one’s a little different than my usual posts, but it matters. I’ve always been a little high-strung (and by a little I mean very), but lately my anxiety’s been less “quirky personality trait” and more “soul-crushing fog.” So, I decided to get help. Shocking, I know.

The funniest part? I know anxiety wrecks me and I still drink five cups of coffee and then sit there wondering why my heart’s trying to moonwalk out of my chest. Who needs sleep when you can vibrate through the day?

Anyway, I wanted to share a few things that have actually helped me stay semi-sane when life starts to spiral:

 Breathing. I know, groundbreaking stuff. But seriously—inhale for 4, hold for 4, exhale for 4. Repeat until you’re no longer internally screaming.

📱 A routine. And by that, I mean not doom-scrolling TikTok before your eyes even adjust to the light. Put your phone across the room so you have to physically get up and retrieve it like it’s a gremlin stealing your joy.

🧠 Staying present. This one’s tough. There’s always something to plan, stress about, or catastrophize. But ask yourself: What am I doing right now? Am I okay? Am I enjoying this? Cool—notice that. Then keep noticing.

💊 Meds! JK (kinda). Big Pharma, you up? But seriously, talk to your doctor. I’m not qualified to do anything besides overshare on the internet.

Honorable mentions:

  • Running (from your problems, or just for cardio)
  • Pilates (makes your core cry in a good way)
  • Talking to actual people
  • McDonald’s (self-care comes in fry form)

If you’re struggling, I hope this helps. Summer’s almost here—we’re about to be hot, sweaty, and emotionally overcommitted.  Take care of yourself. You can’t pour from an empty iced coffee.

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