I made myself go solo the first flatiron yesterday. I felt good for part of it. Then everything came flooding in again. I feel like I'm drowning in my own anxiety.
I broke down last night. It was terrible. All I could do is hide in the comfort of my room. Blast the music that helps my head shut off a little bit.
I feel weak, pathetic.
I try to stay positive. Hoping that something will help me get out of this. I'm not giving up, but I'm nearly... hopeless.
write it all down. everything. not just what you write here. whatever seems too insane to say out loud or too difficult to admit to anyone else, even yourself. fuck therapy, be your own therapist.
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