Jason O'donnell
Aug 24, 2017 · 1 min read

Oh dear god, I know you’re trying to sell your self-help book, but could you be any less of a prick? How about this: I wake up, my stomach feels like I ate 3 bricks, I feel the need to puke for the next hour and the pain is anything but comfortable.

But hey, people like you told me to just do some jumping jacks drink a glass of cold water by force. So I did, and I curled up in pain for the next two hours. I honestly thought an ulcer popped or something.

Turns out, I have anxiety. Diagnosed and everything. Got on antacids, proton pump inhibitors and antidepressants which alleviated many of the symptoms, but not all. And I’m not the only one. In this day and age, many other people suffer from anxiety (and depression), and calling them lazy is highly disrespectful and low.

No, I’m not lazy, I’m in real freakin’ pain and I hate wasting an hour of every morning trying to get out of it just so I could come to work and put on a fake smile on my face so people like you don’t think I’m not motivated enough in the morning.

Good luck on your book.

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    Jason O'donnell

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