Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind.
The first thing that comes to mind? Anxiety.
Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind.
The first thing that comes to mind? Anxiety.
Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind.
I’m not always glad I am still here. I know it’s probably the brain gremlins talking. I know it. But I am not always glad for the continued struggle, despite the successes I’ve had.
I have my GED. A place to live. A really, really good job. And I have my cat, partner, and a small group of local friends.
I just have to keep going. But fucking hell is it exhausting.