or when coloring makes your brain feel worse.
today i learned that for those with anxiety coloring small things can actually worsen their anxiety rather than soothe it and that i need to take care of myself like i would a small animal. i can be fragile, so i must cradle myself and make it my responsibility to make myself drink water and take my allergy medicine and do more stress relieving exercises and just be kinder to myself.
meanwhile, my brain was going 9000 miles per hour with no way of hitting the brakes as i sped through this place filled only with blank images that stimulated nothing and drove me insane. i slammed on the brakes and ended up in a small collision.
i'm afraid it will be worse next time.
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Smart Girl
Non-Fictionthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
