wb.

hey. pssst. yo.

Do you ever feel like a balloon (with serious anxiety and debilitating depression) that’s about to pop? That’s today.

When I stop and think about anything really, I become filled with this wave of “overwhelm” - whatever that really means. Everything is too much, yet I’m not doing enough or anything at all. Nothing I do or attempt will give me a sense of satisfaction and like today wasn’t a total waste. 

How do I shake this? 

Sometimes this feels like so much it consumes me and swallows me whole and like that’s it. That’s my life now. Oh well, too bad, so sad. You are now a pile of useless mush. Masticated nothing.  

And it’s only 2pm…

welcome back.