Writers Write. . . Then They Torment Themselves

A week and a half left!

I was set to have my paper workshopped today, but I found out after I got to class that I'm suppose to be w.s.'ed Wednesday instead. I was disappointed. It makes me nervous, this waiting to find out what people thought of my writing. I think I am going to have Wright go over the articles I've written, simply to get some feedback.

Oh, and that is plural. I wrote an article yesterday on social anxiety and I'm so happy that it's finally done. The first draft is, anyway. I still have a lot of revising to do.

I've been taking an extra 25 mg of Zoloft the past few days because of w.s. I have one Tuesday and one Wednesday of this week and I'm feeling anxious. I suppose I feel like I'll confront negativity about my writing, but realistically I won't be any worse than everybody else. It'll be fine; I need to totally accept that.

The Little Helper

I have been on Zoloft for about a month now, and while I don't like the idea of taking meds instead of making progress on my own, I decided I needed this. I was having too much trouble with the anxiety and I knew I would never push myself past certain boundaries without some help. It has definitely helped.

I feel so much more relaxed in the situations that trigger the most anxiety and because of that relaxation I'm able to look at those situations more objectively. The fear isn't so completely overpowering that I can't see outside of myself. I've made progress on public speaking because of the medication (and I know that from the period I took off of meds from last semester). Zoloft was only a trial before and I wasn't sure about it, but I changed my mind.

I know it'll be hard to adjust to life without pharmaceutical assistance and I'm worried, but that's why I want to make the most progress I can while I'm on the drugs. I want to beat this anxiety.