My girl in her cone. Little bit cute.
I wish I was pretty but like actually pretty, not “my friends and family think I’m pretty because they’re my friends and family” pretty.
"I just try to live everyday as if I’ve deliberately come back to this one day to enjoy it as if it was the full final day of my extraordinary ordinary life."
"Breathe. You’re going to be okay. Breathe and remember that you’ve been in this place before. You’ve been this uncomfortable and anxious and scared, and you’ve survived. Breathe and know that you can survive this too. These feelings can’t break you. They’re painful and debilitating, but you can sit with them and eventually, they will pass
. Maybe not immediately, but sometime soon, they are going to fade and when they do, you’ll look back at this moment and laugh for having doubted your resilience. I know it feels unbearable right now, but keep breathing, again and again. This will pass. I promise it will pass."
Does anyone else just get hit with the realisation that their life lacks any sense of meaning and it’ll just be the same monotonous repetition for the foreseeable future?