There are days, like today, when the fact that I have anxiety and depression is a little more obvious to myself (still getting used to ACKNOWLEDGING that I’m not 100% fine).
I get scared a lot. I get nervous a lot. Prior to my diagnosis, I thought “everyone does, that’s normal” (hell, I still think that and am having issues validating what I’m talking about right now).
I don’t know what makes my fear or anxiety different than what other people feel, or if it actually is….but I dunno…
I don’t even know where I’m going with this so I’m gonna sleep now and go to work tomorrow and remember that the world’s not ending yet and I’ll survive.
*shrug* mood of the day is apathy I think.
The Archery Range 