Remember life? Remember how sometimes things happen unexpectedly? This seems to be happening quite a bit lately. To be honest with you I’m actually pretty nervous and embarrassed to write this post, but I have always tried my best to be honest about myself and my anxiety. I could have written this post sooner, but […]
She gets me…
You have all the weapons you need, now fight…but, a little winged eyeliner never hurts.
I feel both invisible and on display. I’m always somewhere between, someone notice me, notice that I’m not okay. And, please don’t look at me, don’t see me. There’s nothing you can do. Just let me be.
Anxiety to the outside means racing thoughts. Their not racing, their forcing themselves into my head, maybe me think I’m going crazy. No, no, running my hands over my face and through my hair, I’m not crazy, I’m not crazy. It’s an attack. It’ll pass. I look back at the mirror barely noticing I’m there […]
“How are you doing?” “How are you feeling these days?” Burning questions that leave a hole making me feel like there’s two sides of me. The “How are you?” and the “So…how are you, how ya feeling?” Your asking me how I am and how my anxiety is doing. Believe it or not I’m not […]
A panic attack is one of those things where you know in the back of your mind there’s light at the end, but it doesn’t make the tunnel any less dark.
Dear Fellow Goal Setters, I live my life where I deprive myself of good things like good food, cute shoes, or a cute top because I constantly feel like I need to earn it. Therefore, I don’t deserve it unless I’ve done these stressful tasks. Lost weight, worked on my blog enough, or just got […]
So last week went incredibly well. Lots of fruit, somewhat restrictive as far as not really eating many carbs. However, I had a cheat meal (few slices of pizza, chips, too much wine, you know the drill) over the weekend and I’m struggling to get back on the wagon. I had a sluggish workout last […]
Guilt for being me. Guilt for things that I can’t change. There’s no real me. Just who you expected me to be. Better then them. Better then the popular girls, better then the bullies, better then expectation. Now I’m someone living a life full of expectation, guilt, and pain. I couldn’t make you happy. I […]