I'm Bri. I'm anxious. All the time. Why does that matter? I don't entirely know yet. But what I do know is that when I'm nervous, or stressed, or upset, or confused, or experiencing any emotion really the thing that I want most is to know that it's not just me. In our ever connected yet strangely distant society I want to feel less alone. I think that the least that I can do is (hopefully) provide for someone else what I've been looking for. This isn't going to be perfect. I'm not even going to try. I think its better that way. I just want it to be.

So what the hell is this?

On Mondays, We Talk About Mental Health - I've got a lot going on up there. As someone with high functioning anxiety, I process through writing. This is me letting you in on that process. It might be an experience, maybe an exploration, maybe a moment, maybe a musing.

Other days: 

Sometimes I Make ListsI've learned that one of the best ways for me to process and organize is to write things out in list form. This is something I do any way, so I'll share some of them. I'm very liberal with what I consider to be a list... you'll see.

Sometimes I Write Letters - To people I know, to strangers, to people I once knew. I also process experiences by talking to the other people involved, and these letters often go unsent, that is until now. Well, no, they'll still go unsent, but they won't stay hidden in my notebook anymore I guess.