I really want to move to VA beach/Norfolk like so bad but it’s hard to beat the job market here in northern VA. Like do I want more money but then have to spend it cause it’s expensive as fuck here or make less money but live comfortably still
I’m really trying to give myself grace while I heal from the most awful 2 weeks of my life. I keep trying to remember to be patient with myself and that anxiety treatment isn’t linear but god damn. I had like 2-3 good days and today was just not great again.
I need to start writing my maid of honor speech like right this second because otherwise I’m gonna try to wing it and end up saying some shit that’s gonna get us all in trouble at the wedding lmao
If I ever try to stop taking my lexapro again someone please hit me with a fuckin frying pan because holy shit my mental health has never been worse in my entire life.
What I’ve learned from the World Cup is that us regular people are perfectly capable of getting along with people from other countries. It’s the fuckass leaders
Anxiety isn’t some cute term you use when you’re feeling nervous every now and then. Anxiety is debilitating. It’s all consuming. It’s being afraid to go anywhere or do anything. It’s being hyper aware of every bodily function. It’s air hunger. Hyperventilating. ER visits
Today was my bestfriends last day at our job and she literally moves 3 hours away tomorrow. Excuse me while I’m in mourning for the foreseeable future. Lemme look up homes in VA beach while I’m at it
Planning one best friends bridal shower and the others going away party, that are happening 2 weeks apart, has not been a good time but I’m ready to let loose with my pals tonight
As someone who’s had many long term relationships, there’s always been at least one time during them that I’ve thought “I’m not really happy”.
But not with Jeff. There isn’t a single moment where I’ve not wanted to jump his bones, kiss him, go on dates with him, lounge around