The Face Of Anxiety

I don’t like to think that I come across as having an anxiety disorder. Usually people describe me as a pretty laid back, funny, the kind of guy to make a number of jokes at a party, most of them self depreciating. I actually manage about 60 or so student workers at a university, and most students describe me as a “chill boss,” a title I try to take as a good thing. I mean, I assume it’s a good thing. I haven’t “Urban Dictionary It” or anything.

But the fact remains that I do, in fact, have an anxiety disorder. When I don’t take my medications, exercise regularly, eat right, and meditate, it can turn into a full-blown obsessive-compulsive disorder. When it get’s that bad, I end up living my life with a strict script of things that must be done during the day, similar to Jack Nicolson in As Good As It Gets, but much less comedic, and a lot more throw up.