Brianna Wiest

A few years ago, I realized I needed to lose some weight. As soon as I was conscious of it, I was also suddenly hyper-aware of my overeating.

For showing you what needed to be healed.

Many people know there’s a neurological correlation between being highly creative and mentally ill, but few seem to realize that the same is true between being socially anxious and highly intelligent.

Take $150K in loans to study something you “love” for 5+ years, but not be able to move out/travel/get married/have kids/work a job you actually like because you’re drowning in debt for the next 30. That’s what passion does.

Happiness is not a rush of positive emotion elicited by random events that affirm the way you think something should go. Not sustainable happiness, anyway.

Finally finding the love I had for so long been seeking wasn’t a hormone-fueled implosion. It was a gentle awakening, a simple realization.

They know when it’s time to break up with a friend.

Nobody reflects on their lives and concludes with “yes, this is exactly how I thought it would go.”

The cliché is true: it’s not about the years you’ve had in life, but the life you’ve had in your years.

We’re looking for relationships as though they’re something you order.

Neither of you have the capacity to entertain petty dramas, so you don’t lose your connection to preventable, daily frustrations.

There exists a very particular breed of human in the world, one that merges the qualities of near apathetic lethargy and a manic desire to achieve.

1. Things that seem completely “normal” to you can be very stressful for us.

You won’t know when a girl is guarded, not initially at least. “Guarded” won’t be the word that comes to mind. You’ll think she’s independent and confident. Driven and seemingly content.

I could not tell you exactly how far into the Marin Headlands I was when I realized that my maps app couldn’t get me back. I just knew it was far.

You’ve lost relationships.

Hate yourself for still caring about the person you aren’t supposed to care about anymore. Shame yourself until you’re completely suppressing everything you feel.

What would you stand for if you knew that nobody would judge you?