I’m not sorry my anxiety doesn’t come with a pause button. I’m not sorry I’m struggling with daily panic attacks that take double my effort to try and hide. I’m not sorry my optimism can’t always be found under the weight of my worries. I’m not sorry I have anxiety.
We don’t say it enough. And to be honest, mine came out fast and with one foot practically out the door.
I was going to prove you wrong. I was also going to prove to myself that every small sign, every gut feeling, and every part of my heart that said this was right was, indeed, right.
It has taken a long time to find me. I would find pieces in the smallest nooks of the world.
It’s simple. Every time I thought about a guy, or looked at a new profile, I found myself saying the following: I don’t need this. I have better things to do. This is wasting my phone battery.
Is it possible to ruin a look? Because you certainly had one in your eye when you tried not to laugh at something I said.
Put in the hours that you need and use the rest of the time to chase that passion that put you here in the first place. I hope to see you on the other side when it all comes together.