That’s how anxiety makes you feel. Like you’re a bother. A waste of time. A nuisance.
If you were still alive this Christmas, maybe there would still be magic in the air. Maybe there would be hope in our hearts. Maybe we would be more optimistic about what the new year has in store for us instead of assuming there’s no way this new year could be any good because you’re not going to be a part of it.
We work hard, even when we’re not in the mood. We keep going, even when our energy levels are running low.
The rest of the world sees you differently than you see yourself. You’re not wearing the same set of lenses.
You’re worried you’re going to turn out too difficult to love in the long run.
Don’t text your ex.
Even when you feel like you’ve taken steps toward healing, when you feel like you have your baggage under control, when you feel like you’ve put your trauma behind you, there are still going to be moments when your past comes back to haunt you.
The problem is, you never realize an almost is an almost at the time. In the moment, you think you’re building a relationship. You think you’re going to become an official couple soon.
You don’t want to agree to too many favors at once. You don’t want your to-do list to run a mile long. You don’t want to be overloaded by your responsibilities. You don’t want to burn yourself out.
It should be the year you work on ridding yourself of baggage, getting over your deepest insecurities, and learning to love yourself unconditionally.