Popsicle Sticks. These suckers are great for anything. They hold pieces of paper up, they’re bookmarks, they’re game pieces, their random-selection name callers, they’re the magnet holders, they’re your best friend.
I became anxious around people; I always felt like they were judging me because of my horrendous past. Questions like, “How are you doing?” or, “Are you okay?” were the questions I never knew how to answer. I was not okay. My dad died.
Put your own happiness first.