Your Guess is as Good as Mine...
Sometimes I wonder if there is truly one right answer. Like if I had just picked choice A instead of choice B, my life would be completely different. I guess it’s not my life that I worry about - it’s my mental state. I’m just too afraid to ask anyone else if I’m just crazy or if it’s normal to be completely messed up in almost every aspect of life in your 20s, to not know what I should do - ever. For anything. I’m constantly torn between like feeling as if everything is the end of the world, and then crying like a baby because I feel so stupid for feeling sorry for myself when so many have so much less than I do. But I guess that’s the thing about mental health - it doesn’t make any sense for people with anxiety most of the time. So, despite the fact that most of my stress comes from feeling like I never have enough time, I’m going to dedicate myself to doing this blog as a way of decompressing my feelings, and maybe, just maybe, helping someone else out there in the vast wild world f...