I use to be able to write. Write pages and pages and get all my feelings out. Now for the last few years every time I put a pen in my hand and try to write, nothing comes out. My quick fix is gone. My therapy has vanished and I’m drowning.
I want to be off somewhere lost in the mountains, in a beautiful cabin, with no connection to the outside world. I just want me, my camera and nature. Is that too much to ask for?
Panic Attacks are never fun… they are however much worse when you’re all alone in the middle of home depot. anxiety sucks.
My emotions are just so outta whack these days. I’ve always been an emotional person, especially around that time of the month. These days however, I cry at the drop of a hat. Literally EVERYTHING makes me cry.
I am not a fan.