I don’t remember what stressed me out enough to possess me to drive home on my lunch break, drink enough 190-proof grain alcohol to get wasted almost immediately, before driving back into work to finish my shift. That event’s cleared out of my memory. It was certainly trivial, like someone saying something in a particular way I didn’t like or some process not working as it should, because I’ve encountered many harsher situations while sober.
I don’t hide behind my pseudonym because I’m nervous about what I’ve written. If I posted the more pointed content from this series on professional networking websites, I’m sure there’d be equal parts appreciation and aggression. It’s mainly practicality necessitating innocently witnessing manipulation tactics in action, so I can later write about those parlor tricks. When/if there’s a point where my name is synonymous with my content, then they’d know I can see their hand.
A useful idea in overcoming mental anxiety is the mind palace. Let it be a comfortable structure, holding the sum of all of your acquired knowledge, where people may decorate and reside in their own room. These perceptions of people could be close family, good friends, single-serving friends, inspirational figures, imaginary characters, or sworn enemies. You make the house rules and you’re the landlord. Shouldn’t the first rule be forbidding enemies from attempting mental trespassing?