This is a true thread. My anxiety has 2 parts. First if you like me, I 100% think you don’t, in fact you hate me and are annoyed by me. I analyze every interaction, every happy tweet about people getting together and I’m not invited. It all ends with no one actually likes me. https://twitter.com/TessaDare/status/1285337583027802113

The other side is what a failure I am. My worth as a person and a writer is 100% tied to outcomes I have very little control over. Numbers slightly down? Failure. Panel of the best historical authors and I wasn’t asked? I’m a fraud. No other matrix matter

I try very hard not to do these things but honestly? I feel pretty worthless much of the time.

I also immediately regret tweet threads like this because now for sure you’re going to hate me. Sigh.