I’m not okay, and I know it’s okay to not be okay, and I’m being patient and accepting of the not-okay. It’s been hard, though,
Yesterday, I achieved the impossible. I achieved balance. I woke up early, as I usually tend to. I worked out. I did laundry. I vacuumed.
I won’t lie, the anxiety and isolation are definitely starting to get to me. The other night I was unable to fall asleep because I
I had a panic attack on Sunday and broke down in sobs for a while. I was rendered incoherent while taken over by the kind
When I was 12 years old, my parents sat down with my siblings and me and told us they were getting a divorce. The date
I was (am) still feeling down in the dumps about Valentine’s Day, and I had to keep an eye on work all weekend, and overall