anxiety

Even when he was trying his very hardest not to survive, my Dad still gave himself music. And somewhere along the way, he gave it to me too.

I’m in an ongoing threesome with fear and anxiety.

I struggle to find language that describes the messy tangle of thoughts and memories that weigh down every spoonful. If I had to tell you about my relationship with food in a sentence: I am totally and completely obsessed with it.

In the past 13 years, I have moved 11 times.

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Even with all of the precautions that we take to help sway anxiety from creeping up on us, we still will have our bad days. But I found some techniques that may help — at least a little bit.

I didn't fall in love with John Green’s writing the way you fall asleep: slowly and then all at once. I fell in love with it the way you pass out during a particularly nasty panic attack: all at once and then all at once.

If it's okay for other people not to be okay, I have to give myself the same permission.