“If there’s anything I’ve learned from dating, it’s that all good things come to an end.”
As an anxious person, there is nothing worse than trying to get in touch with someone and them not answering or getting back to you when you need them to. As your brain slowly starts to disintegrate, illogical thoughts merge together and several things go wrong at once. By the time the end of the day comes around, you have convinced yourself that either you are unwanted or the worst has happened.
The road to hell is paved with good poems. The road to heaven is also probably paved with good poems.
There’s just so much I promised I would do.
Turns out: if you love a succulent and didn’t know it, it needs more space than attention and water.
We are the generation of mental illness. Of anxiety. Of depression. Of stress that turns to ulcers. We are the generation defined by the sickness in our minds. Of not knowing how to fail. We are the generation that tears ourselves apart because we can’t achieve perfection. We are the generation full of panic. Of Xanax and Zoloft and Valium.
You can stay connected with your teen by exploring about what is important to them about this huge part of their lives rather than turning off to it.
What made me cry the most when I was little? What made me laugh the most when I was little?
I suppose that makes me a 14-year-old girl stuck in a 29-year-old man’s body.
To be Iranian-American in Trumpland is to feel stomach-curling fear. In my heart, I know that this is Trump’s plan ― to make us feel threatened so that the seeds of distrust grow stronger