I use to cry a lot because of you. But I have started to cry a lot because well going through this I lost a piece of me that I love. A piece that I only got back after staying with my family for a week. Leave my life please.
The battle between logic and feelings, too many thoughts circling around your brain. You want to believe that there is a solution but you can't. That downward spiral of negative thinking takes over you.
Supporting a Loved One Through PTSD or Panic Attacks
Today's a day I need a nest, and more importantly someone to join me. Who ever needs a nest, let's build one. Post random funny things in the comments, start a conversation. We'll all be together in our nest.
/This is how it works. You think you can handle it. But then, the burden gets too heavy to bear. So you just collapse under the pressure. And people wonder what happened to you "all of a sudden"/ This is supeisingly relatable for me
Anxiety quote: Everyday is a struggle even when I’m at my best. My anxiety is always with me and my panic taps me on my shoulder a few times a day. On my good days I can brush it off. On my bad days I just want to stay in bed.
Her heart stopped that Wednesday morning. And that was the only time people ever told her that they loved her, and misses her, and needed her. And maybe if they would have told her that when she was alive and needed it that she would still be there
Once you come to this point, it is when true healing can begin and you learn who your core people are who will carry you through. There is nothing wrong with admitting you can't do it all. That is true strength. I cant do this anymore