It's Not Anxiety

I've decided that if people want to know details, or "read my soul", they'll just have to read my blog. It's my online journal that I share with anyone who cares to read it, which means close to no one. I don't mind, though.

A few days ago I began an initiative for myself, to take better care of my body. For years now I've been out of shape, and I figure the less weight on my body the less chance I have to continue insomnia periods. It's been fine for a few weeks now, but I have to admit I'm worried about attending camp. Last years camp experience consumed every ounce of mental and emotional strength I had. Though I know it's been a year, I'm still more aware, than anyone else in this world, that déjà-vu has the potential to uproot my foothold. I wish I was stronger, but I'm not. Yes, I have grown. Yes, I am happier. All the same, I still worry