Mental health is like a never-ending marathon you think your at the end and have all the awnsers that you've healed. But no there's another lap of hell and healing. I was finally at the point where I was happy with myself and life, then like a bitch slap some annoying ass thought of "wait what if it all goes to shit again". Wabam next step overthinking, this step continues for two weeks and what do you know I feel crazy again. But now I have all the healing mantras stuck in my head.
-dont fight it
why are you fighting it
breath into in
love it
mix with negative and guilt for not following said mantra
like a fuking head bang every other minute. Then there's a moment of peace like hey maybe I got it it's all good now. Hell, no anxiety cant let you go without many miserable beatdowns. and I mean many.
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Healing
Teen FictionHey, I'm your average mentally ill teen who thinks she's different than others but really isn't. It's just the ordinary tail of my existence. "Will I get out of this mental abyss or not?!" Tune into the next chapter.
