Oops. I’ve scrambled egg brain today. I forgot to add something important to my last ramble:
I am very lucky. Life is rough but I am actually still fortunate in different ways.
Firstly, My partner is just an absolute unicorn/superhero (Supercorn?) He has been incredibly supportive, helping me and hugging me while the anxiety raged. It’s hard for him, I imagine, as he doesn’t suffer from the unhealthy levels of anxiety that I’ve grown up with inside me. It is literally an invisible enemy he cannot see, but he’s helping me with it regardless.
Secondly, my family. I’ve often laughed over the fact we aren’t ‘huggers’ but I don’t think we need to be. We’ve got each others backs, we show heart when it’s needed, and a shoulder to cry on too. I will take that over hugging any day.
Thirdly, my friends. Christ on a bike, I’ve found some good ones. They are honestly amazing. I would be a much poorer person without them.
Fourthly, the Doggo. He may not be a world class emotional support animal (in fact, he demands the support off of us) but he’s the best doggo in the world. Even if he farts in my face.
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