Here’s the truth about people with anxiety: We know we’re not okay but we desperately want someone to tell us we are. We want someone to understand us but we don’t take the chance of letting them in. We’re scared of the future because we realize we’ve barely made it through today so we don’t know how the hell we’re going to make it through tomorrow. And we have more worry in us than bones.
Can we get a praise Jesus for Heather’s hair being down?
I’m constantly torn between the ‘be kind to everyone’ and the ‘fuck everyone you owe them nothing’ mentalities