Since I have no money to run a real ad and unlimited faith in the internets, I posted an ad on craigslist.
I struggle with my own mental health, and am interested in starting a support group for people in the area who share the same problems.
If you would be interested in joining or helping me form such a group, please respond via e-mail. There is definitely strength in numbers, and I think it could be a really good thing to help one another out. Thanks for your interest!
I diligently checked my phone every few minutes after posting waiting for the email floodgates to open. After a few days with no response, I had essentially given up on my genius idea for a support group. Clearly there weren't any other people in my area with anxiety problems.
But then....I got an email:
i have high anxiety manic depression, and panic attacks
Not a whole lot of detail, could've used some more punctuation and capitalization in places, but I was thrilled. I gleefully exchanged emails with this man over the following couple of days, and we finally decided to meet up in a local Barnes and Noble. I referred to this person to my real-life friends and family as my Anxiety Buddy. Anxiety Buddy and I were going to become great friends and significantly improve each others lives.
The night before our intended meetup, I googled my newfound friend's email address just to make sure he wasn't a sex predator or anything.
Well...
HE WAS A SEX PREDATOR.
A Google search of Anxiety Buddy's email address revealed that he is a "MAJOR BBW AGENT LOOKING FOR PROPER MODEL," an "Adult Movie Producer searching for 13 inches," and a "pool champion."
Long story short, I decided not to meet up with him.
Sometimes our expectations are very different from our realities.
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