This past month I have felt a hundred emotions and I have so much to tell you all.
At the outset, stress was a check against procrastination and a way to prevent yourself from producing shoddy work. Over the years, stress grew into a hungry blackhole that lived off my insecurities and weaknesses.
If someone wants to chart my progress, this is where I am right now.
"Hi, nice to meet you, I am Crazy and you are?"
If my life was a book I wish this lion would be on my cover. Since I want a similar book cover I hope I have a life that represents it.
My head's not a great place to be stuck in.
Do you know how it feels to realise that all you've been trying to do all your life is looking for validation in your own eyes?
Getting better is hard work, and getting better while working hard is harder.
I go two steps forward and one step back, I am used to it now.
This is what living with anxiety is like, it's like I have magnifying glasses for eyes.