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"Long-term anxiety is something that is deep-rooted. Long-term anxiety is the result of a self-fulfilling prophecy, a repeating pattern. Like a familiar path of least resistance, that draws one into a repeating pattern. Long-term anxiety is like the wagon-wheel ruts that have been left from the settlers who travelled across The United States in wagons. Year after year, wagon after wagon followed the same path, making the packed-earth wheel ruts ever more deep and prominent. To fall into the same established ruts every day, is an easy outlet. However, to forge a fresh path, places one against all odds. To break from long-term anxiety, is to forge a new path every day, breaking free from the established ruts, despite the overwhelming odds" Heard on National Public Radio, on the morning show "All Things Considered". Author: Smith, Daniel Title: Monkey Mind: A Memoir of Anxiety ISBN-10: 1439177309 ISBN-10: 9781439177310 ISBN-13: 978-1439177303 ISBN-1...

On Some Days, all that I want to do, is to barrel into the sun like a screaming Kamikaze, with a evil grin on my face. >>> On Some Days, all that I want to do, is to hang from the rafters. Free at last. Free at last. >>> On Some Days, all that I want to do, is to don my cast iron dutch oven helmet, and spread the [apple] seeds; just like Johnny Fucking Appleseed. So that the birdies will one day have a place to nest. >>> On The Vast Majority Of Days, all that I want to do, is to submit unconditionally to Sister's Desires, and Lusts, and Wills. Sister, Sister. My Beloved Sister. >>> On Some Days, all that I want to do, is to climb into the sewer, and wrestle the alligators into submission. >>> On Some Days, all that I want to do, is to move into the zoo. And live with the hippos. >>> 3 Nails. 1 Cross. Forgiven. >...

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