“just put yourself out there” what if I scared. what then.
the answer is do it scared btw
Thursday therapy review (almost forgot):
Said I would discuss this with my therapist and then I did. So now we’re doing the “how to be in the moment” without a) hurting anyone else or b) putting myself in a little glass box so no one can touch me with a side of “oh, that church you went to was extra fucked up and you’re basically Wednesday Addams on the inside where it counts”
How many times can the same thing break your heart?
As long as you love it.
pov: you’re scrolling tumblr
you can do everything right and still feel sad at night
haven’t posted art in a long fricking while but here you go. *shrug*
you weren’t a “well behaved” child you had anxiety and were terrified of conflict
“a pleasure to teach” on the report card meant obedient to a fault, a constant need to be perfect to keep “a pleasure to teach” on the report card, realizing you weren’t as perfect a student as you thought when school got tough, and your perfectionism and paralyzing fear of “getting in trouble” is so deeply ingrained in you that you procrastinate everything because if it isn’t perfect, you shouldn’t try at all










