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Darlings, a moment.
I don’t really think any of us are okay right now. We’re all trying our damn best, and that is enough. That matters. But this year has given us extraordinary levels of stress, on top of regular stress—and isolation. Things are fucking hard.
I don’t really think any of us are okay right now. We’re all trying our damn best, and that is enough. That matters. But this year has given us extraordinary levels of stress, on top of regular stress—and isolation. Things are fucking hard.
In case you need to hear it, it is OKAY to not be okay. You’re not alone. At all. Nothing is normal. Everything is hard. And the best thing I can tell is: you’re not alone, and lean on your people. From my end, you’re never too much, and I will be sad if you hold you back.
This week, I have cried every day, which is unusual for me. Today, I woke up this morning determined NOT to cry. An hour later? Cried.
The reasons I have cried vary greatly. This morning, it was because I was rereading this ( https://thoughtcatalog.com/kirsten-corley/2017/01/this-is-how-you-love-someone-with-anxiety/), and I realized...sometimes, you don’t realize you need a need to be met—until it is. And you’re like...oh.
And I don’t know what to do with that in the middle of the plague year, except cry about it and be overwhelmed by it. And...a lot of other feelings I’m just not gonna look at right now.
I have often said that people have loved the idea of me or part of me, but the whole mess? The too many thoughts all the time, messy, insecure, dancing at the grocery store, hates driving on the highway, will crush your hand during a scary movie?
The will hug you until you crack a rib me? No, not really. So, it’s weird to feel seen and cared for right now, and yet.
If this wasn’t plague season, I swear to coffee....
But it is. So it is difficult to figure what to do with feelings right now. Any feelings! All feelings.
If this wasn’t plague season, I swear to coffee....
But it is. So it is difficult to figure what to do with feelings right now. Any feelings! All feelings.
All our regular coping strategies are gone. A girl can only do so much yoga. I’ve been trying not to make any big life decisions during this year, and it is hard. But when the dust settles, and it will, it will be easier to act on the things you want.
In the meantime, cry about it. Send stupid photos back and forth with your friends. Video chat. Write letters. Send people surprises in the mail, if you can. Be a mess, because your mess is still beautiful. And we’re all going through it, darlings.
You are not alone.
You are not alone.
