I woke up anxious this morning, and spent the next hour or so telling myself that there was no reason to be, asking rhetorically “why am I feeling anxious? Honestly, get a grip”. But then I managed to admit to myself that the world is still crazy, life is still hard, and just because it’s been this way for 6 months doesn’t make it OK. And I don’t think I feel any better, but at least I’m not blaming myself so much. This is still tough, and it’s OK to admit it.
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