The thing about an anxiety disorder is that you know it is stupid. You know with all your heart that it wasn’t a big deal and that it should roll off of you. But that is where the disorder kicks in; Suddenly the small thing is very big and it keeps growing in your head, flooding your chest, and trying to escape from under your skin. You know with all of your heart that you’re being ridiculous and you hate every minute of it. The fact that many people don’t recognize or have patience for your illness only makes everything worse.
Me and Warren carved pumpkins!
For no particular reason at all, I’m feeling super moody. I can hear myself saying snappy and ungrateful things, and internally I’m like “wow, that was uncalled for! Why’re you being such a bitch? Stop” but at the same time it’s falling out of my mouth like word vomit.
ppl always ask me “”what are you going to do with your degree”“ and “"if you wanna get a PHD how do you plan on paying for it"" and ""where are you gonna move after college"" but here is the thing:
i am very powerful and cute and im gonna float through this world one day at a time. please leave me alone.
I worked out tonight for the first time in months. I am so bad at making time for exercise, it’s unreal. I managed to get through level 2 of the 30DS without collapsing, fucking brownie points to me. I did curse at Jillian a lot though, fucking bitch tryin’ to kill me!