Feeling better about things. Got a lot of untapped anxiety floating around that keeps trying to attach itself to things like “i will suck at camping” and “maddie will feel abandoned and freak out and hate me” and “why won’t this stomachache go away!”
so, did the dishes, talked to 8 million different members of my family, took an unreasonably long shower.
David called to assure me that things would be okay, and he promised to keep me safe.
Now, if only i could get to bed.
Be good to each other, chochachos! and like I said, if I never post again, you can assume I’m dead.