It's such an ingrained habit to put makeup on before going to see a medical professional lest I get diagnosed with "lazy hysterical woman" disorder that I just caught myself putting eyeliner on... in preparation to see neuro-ophthalmology.
I can't wait to look like a raccoon with eyeliner streaming down my face after four hours of vision therapy lmao.
it's somehow august. march feels like yesterday, and october feels like tomorrow. new versions of myself show up in the mirror faster than ever. i don't think i'll ever understand time. one day, it feels like i have control. the next day, everything's different, and so am i.
Crowley: *homeless, going through an existential crisis, questioning everything, needing 6 espresso shots to function, just wants to hang out with his husband bestfriend*
Nina (to Aziraphale): So how's your naked man friend? *eyebrow wiggle*
anxiety. anxiety feels more like a biiig heavy rock on your chest. you try to breathe, but it's quietly impossible. your only thoughts are blurred, you can't think rational, everything is your enemy. it's impossible to stand and you feel lonely, but not in the normal way. you think you are the only person who can hear you. you are screaming on the inside, and sit still on the outside. that is what anxiety feels like for me.