Why do I ruin everything I touch?

Just call me Midas I guess

Bath and wine it is

Well now what do I do with myself?

Panic attacks at work are my actual least favorite. I can’t find a safe space to pull myself out of it

Totally not internally screaming or anything

I am unwell 👍🏻

I deserve to be spoiled and babied damn it

Billie might help me start pulling the pieces back together

Am I scared? Yes. Do I still have to go to work tomorrow and deal with the absolute crushing weight that is the rest of my life? Also yes. We just have to keep taking the battles as they come, that’s how we get where we need to be.

Alright someone needs to play with my hair and tell me I’m doing a good job

Should’ve brought my switch to work today.