It didn’t have to mean that everything was different, it didn’t have to mean that I was different. Instead it forced me to keep a foot in both worlds, the place between being theirs and being my own.
My heart races so fast I can feel it pulse in my feet. The world begins to spin as my body warms up until it boils. Anxiety grips my shoulders, pulling me away and forcing me to run.
Find your own happiness.
When I say that it’s complicated, it’s because I don’t understand it either.
These labs make me want to cry. I can’t I can’t I can’t.
The anxiety of feeling like you always have something to do, even when you deserve some time off.