Starting to not feel so overwhelmed.
Angie and I found out we have the same doctor which I took as some great sign from beyond that I need to see said doctor. Plus Angie has a determination to get shit done that I just don’t have in myself.
So yay—I have an appointment tomorrow. (Thanks again, Angie!)
Just signed up for my classes this semester and that’s a major sigh of relief right now because I’ve been stressing about it all summer and finally acknowledging all this stuff just made me realize the anxiety I had in me that I didn’t even know was there due to me putting it all off.
After being sick for this past week with a whole bunch of things, I actually feel normal to the point where breathing through my nose feels like Heaven. Absolute Heaven. I will never take that for granted ever ever ever again. (I will forget I said this in an hour tops)
I’m sparing you guys all the ugly photos I tried to take of myself to make this post even more personal because although I feel fantastic I still look dead and maybe a little anorexic.
Gonna cut this short because no one actually cares about the happy things. I get it. The point it, shit is getting done.
This is why it hurts the way it hurts.
You have too many words in your head. There are too many ways to describe the way you feel. You will never have the luxury of a dull ache.
You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much.