My most current ex inadvertently did me a solid. I was trying to get out on my own&on my own time but I was real anxious.
But then I was leaving the house bc I didn't want to talk to them and now I'm going out bc I like being free to do whatever tf I want whenever tf I want.
But then I was leaving the house bc I didn't want to talk to them and now I'm going out bc I like being free to do whatever tf I want whenever tf I want.
I didn't really realize that it wasn't so much that I didn't have the energy or desire to go out.
It was that the lead up to and experience of going out with them took up an impossible amount of spoons for me.
It was that the lead up to and experience of going out with them took up an impossible amount of spoons for me.
I don't ever want to speak too soon about my mental health progress bc it's fucking crushing when I backslide, but this week I've felt like I felt when I wasn't constantly battling depression and illness.
I've felt like me again.
