Listening to the cacophony of voices telling us what we would, could, and should be can lead to, you guessed it, anxiety.
I have always loved analogies.
Benzodiazepines can come with a whole lot of baggage. Valium, Diazepam, Xanax, or Ativan, call it what you will, but in some circles, if you’re using these, it’s best to keep it a secret.
Death is absolutely heartbreaking. And, unfortunately, it’s life.
Live big. Love big.
“All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well.”
I’m Ok. I can breathe. I can breathe.
So if the nice one thinks I’m difficult, it must be true. Which, as it turns out, is bullshit.
Just throw open the curtains. Your apartment is your home. Your home is in you and it’s magnificent. I promise.
"Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.” ― Kahlil Gibran