Today’s topic: therapy. Therapy’s good, I recommend it. But mostly, I recommend a friend to talk to/confide in. Because, there’s only so much that you can bottle up until you start a downward spiral. I’ve had it happen a few times, where I’m mentally a mess. I’m a pretty anxious person, generally, and anxiety is being fearful of the future. So then I’ll start making scenarios where something bad happens. I do this, so I can imagine what could go wrong and prepare myself for a conversation I know I don’t want to have. I doubt myself and my ability … Continue reading 28. Therapy Shoes

A blank page. But now it’s not really blank, is it? A blank life, but so full of experience. That’s right, a burst of inspiration. I’ve spent the last 10 days mostly alone. I’ve not been lonely, this time has flown by. I feel both myself, and beside myself. But that’s not an uncommon feeling in my life. It’s just a different kind of paradox to match the rest. So, why do I experience such bittersweet outlooks? I’m excited for the future! Yet I dread it. That could just be fear of the unknown, or little seeds of doubt sprouting. … Continue reading June 30, 2019

It’s time to be forthright with you guys. My family tells me this, so it must be true. I’m an addict. Unironically, they held an intervention for me about said addiction. What am I addicted to, you ask? Stop toying with us, you say? Tea. My cousins think I’m addicted to tea. How does this affliction hurt me? How does it hurt others? It doesn’t. I don’t have withdrawals when I don’t drink it, it’s them complaining that I- wait for it- drink it. Whaaat? Because I drink one gallon over the course of about 6-ish days, and they each … Continue reading 27. An Intervention