Tag: depression

today i was having an anxiety attack while driving to work. You know the kind where a thousand nasty memories all start rolling up on you? Like that time that you took a bite out of the last cookie at the same time that your little sibling asked for a cookie? Or the time that you awkwardly introduced everyone but the one person you had a crush on and they equally awkwardly introduced themselves? Or the time that your grocery bag broke in the middle of a busy store parking lot to the annoyance of all the honking cars? I was having all these flash backs and my hands were getting sweaty and my stomach was writhing and I literally turned down the music on the radio and screamed. I just screamed. I was just raging in the quiet little box world of my car like “I AM A BEAUTIFUL AND KIND PERSON WHO SOMETIMES MAKES MISTAKES. I AM A GOOD FRIEND AND A GOOD MOM AND A GOOD WIFE AND YOU KNOW WHAT ANXIETY YOU CAN JUST BACK THE FUCK UP.” 
….and you know what? 

It did. O_O

timelords-detectives-and-hunters:

Friend: “Hey, I haven’t seen you in forever! how are you?”

me: “Fine, thanks.”

Lemony Snicket from outta nowhere: “Of course, in this case, ‘fine’ is only meant to reassure. She has never been less fine, nor was she ever fine in the first place. Here, the word ‘fine’ could be defined as ‘I am actually slowly dying on the inside, but don’t wish for anyone to worry’.

Lemony snicket- the narrator of all us depressed anxious peeps.