ah yes there is my anxiety, i was wondering where i left it
Imagine a world where my entire family wasn’t crazy or abusive, and handled mental illness in healthy ways instead of our really shitty approaches to it.
I’m exhausted, still got studying to do, really just want to pass out.
My grandparents took me to that really good southern restaurant again and I had the really good fried chicken again and it was magical. I just wish I had coffee to keep me awake tonight…
The only thing that really sucked was somehow we got to talking about mental illness and my gram went on a rant about how bad antidepressants are for people. :/ And this is why she doesn’t know I’m depressed.