I stopped writing because I didn’t feel like I had much to say. Laid off from my job, at home all day every day, time
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,
I don’t give a fuck what you need to do to get through this. I just want you to have something. Whether it’s active or
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