i literally think about this all the fucking time. it changed my brain chemistry i'll be lying in bed thinking about how everyone hates me and i'll think about this fucking raccoon again. like god dammit, got me again
I have def come to the realization that if I'm having a horrid bout of anxiety I just need to go "girl, eat something" to myself and 95% of the time food solves it
The other 5% seem to be bad brain days. Knowing "okay this is just happening—this day is a wash—ride it out" honestly helps so much tho
It hits so close to home. If I’m sliding into a depressive funk, the first sign is neglecting basic hygiene like I believe I don’t deserve to be clean.
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The other 5% seem to be bad brain days. Knowing "okay this is just happening—this day is a wash—ride it out" honestly helps so much tho