I have so many things to do that fretting about them is jamming up my brain to the point where no actual thoughts can get through. It’s the productivity equivalent of Monty Burns’ diseases. Except it doesn’t make me indestructible so much as it makes me stress-eat.
The thing about having low self-esteem and anxiety issues is that it’s very easy to decide “if I can just accomplish [list of about 862 things], I’ll be a worthwhile person!” and then freak out when you can’t do it. But at least I can cross off “write something” from today’s list. It’s a process.