Like, nigga, how the hell am I supposed to tell him? ha ha
By telling him nigga.
There’s a million things he doesn’t know about me. Like how sad I actually am. The things I write in my notebooks would break your precious heart and I’m sure you would cry.
I plan to keep it that way though. He doesn’t need to know everything right? I mean, what if he decides he loves me less?…
my therapist taught me to start thinking of my anxiety as my panicky friend
this is so cute omg
Woah this is super useful!!
For all my anxious friends out there.
This totally works! Some of us get stuck in the sense that we *are* our emotions, so they overwhelm us and we can’t do anything about them. When you give your emotion an identity separate from you, it gives you the distance to make better judgments about it, and to comfort yourself better. 10/10 therapy veterans would recommend.
You’re not crazy, you’re just different. ❤