Of course I’m a terrible blogger and writer. And Mom. And (psuedo)-wife. And everything.
*SIGH*
Thank you, Anxiety Brain, for the big fat dose of FIS1 and YNATA2 all last week. You fucking treacherous bitch.
Today is better. Much, much better.
*flips off Anxiety Brain* Don’t let the door hit ya.

1 – Fuck, I suck.
2 –You will never amount to anything.
Well, then.
One day, there will be an actual cure for Anxiety Brain instead of coping/comfort mechanisms.
*crosses all the things* One day.