#irl shit

LIVE

Living with anxiety is:

- Having literal nightmares of disappointing the people you live with.

- Apologizing constantly for things way out of your powers (thanks again 2020)

- Falsly accepting that every frustration in other people is your fault.

- Over analyzing every interaction with every person before, after and during the interaction.

- Having a panic attack everytime you walk into a conversation

- Having a panic attack everytime you are confronted with a conversation you did not prepare for.

- Having a panic attack everytime a conversation goes into territory you did not prepare for.

- Having a panic attack running into or seeing an individual you know without context, even in the comfort of your home (ie, family members in your living room)

- Living in a constant state of stress and expectations and failures.

- Always expecting the worst reaction to your work.

I don’t know whose still around here but on the off chance a single person gives a shit, I’ve been doing really good and I’m really happy ❤️ I could go on a long post about it but the truth is I really don’t have it in me to keep up with tumblr like I used to. Forgive me but I’ve finally reached a place where my real life doesn’t need so much escapism ✨

2022 a poem

COVID

Identity theft

Computer died

How’s YOUR new year going?

2022 thus far

  • Covid
  • Identity theft

This is shaping up to be a year, let me tell you

oh my GOD BRAIN

WHY ARE WE HAVING SUCH SHITTY THOUGHTS

LOGICALLY IT CAN’T BE TRUE THAT WE WONT EVER BE GOOD ENOUGH AT ANYTHING

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG

I TOOK MY MEDS TODAY

BACK OFF

jfc me, why does applying for a position feel so fucking unbearable??? Why do we spiral as to why we’re not good enough to get hired WHILE TRYING TO WRITE A COVER LETTER.

and i feel dizzy and nauseous from food hurting when i’m digesting it and not being able to take allergy meds and I wanna cry

what’s wrong w my brainnnnn

anyway, time to struggle through updating my commission prices

a-weirdo-life:

I love this vine an the only reason I wouldn’t say her name is because I might mess it up like the rest of my life

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