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 Whatever it is that keeps you up at night, we invite you to drop it off here. Your fears. Your worries. Your concerns. The big stuff and the trivial. The major panic inducers and the minor peeves. Get them out of your head, onto this site, and pretty much out of your life. Make it a daily habit. Like brushing your teeth. Cleansing the plaque from your psyche. You’ll find it cathartic. Liberating. Refreshing. Kind of like therapy, except a hell of a lot cheaper. And, well, probably just as effective, Maybe even more so, if money’s one of the things you worry about.  Plus, it feels good to see that you’re not alone. There’s a world of worriers out there just like you.
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Or send us an email at dailyneurosis@tumblr.com.</description><title>Daily Neurosis</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @dailyneurosis)</generator><link>http://www.dailyneurosis.com/</link><item><title>divorced belly dancers</title><description>&lt;p&gt;All the women in my belly dancing class are recently divorced. I’m so worried I will be like them, in my 40s, desperately trying to figure out why my marriage failed. I heard about a family friend’s husband who left her after 35 years. She’s never worked a real job. She has no income. Her life is ruined. I’m so scared this will be me one day. Do I stay at home and fret I’m ruining my chances of survival in the future or do I work a menial job that simultaneously gives me no satisfaction and destroys my relationship with my kids(if I had any). What will I even do as a career? I can’t work in administration for the rest of my life. What happened to my dreams of being something better? 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