I think I had so much to do that I didn't even think about it, I just started checking things off my list as fast as I could.
Yep, I've officially started falling behind on BEDS.
Anxiety is a hydra. It has many heads and trying to narrow it down to just one is a gross oversimplification that will only deter you from truly understanding/defeating it.
There’s no need to pathologize weight gain in and of itself.
All human beings need attention, and it is okay to actively seek out the fulfillment of that need.
I’m beginning to think that this is just what life in your 20s is like. Instability, chaos, and an intense love-hate relationship with your daily reality.
I'm with you in the painfully liminal space of recovery.
It's okay if it takes some time to figure out what's going on in your brain. Maybe if I tell you these things, I'll believe them too.
Sometimes I don’t hear what people actually say at all. All I hear what my internalized shame tells me they’re saying.
I am well past the age where it’s socially acceptable to feel like your life is ending because of a positive pregnancy test, but I’ll admit that I truly felt like everything was coming crashing down.