I’m back from the dead. I’ve been working really hard on my brain which in turn has made me get up and start to pursue selling and styling vintage clothing (again). In the last two years I have been diagnosed with OCD and with that wonderful little thing comes intense anxiety. I started taking medication to control it and it has done wonders. Throughout this ordeal I have received such nice comments and supportive emails which really have meant the world to me. I love you all!
sometimes I photoshop my pictures, today I didn’t because I’m loving every mole and roll 🙂
so I’m in bed. hungover. feeling like a bum. The older i get, the more I hate drinking. Getting drunk is SO easy, actually taking the time to get my shit together and not ignoring all of my responsibilities just to have a few drinks is whats hard. I’m kind of obsessed with happy, sober people. Thats some hardcore shit.
I don’t see myself ever completely cutting out alcohol but I do want to dramatically cut back. Have any of you guys experienced this feeling?
Here I am again. typing words and posting pictures onto the internet.
I feel so bland lately.
when I first started blogging, I was in a very dark place and I felt like a walking sad poem. Even though I was a fucking mess I still felt like I had a purpose.
Well cut to two years, lots of therapy, and a few ssri’s later I feel like I have nothing to contribute… BUT I WANT TO SO BAD. I miss getting emails from people that were fighting the same shitty, heartbroken battle that I was fighting.
I still have some pretty extensive anxiety issues but I have the most beautiful support system so I don’t feel the need to write them out the way once did.
HOW CAN I CONTRIBUTE TO THE INTERNET IN A POSITIVE WAY THAT DOESNT HAVE TO DO WITH SELFIES AND COUNTLESS OUTFIT PHOTOS??? Thats totally a non-rhetorical question so feel free to answer.
okay, I’m done with this bummer rant. Let the record show that I’m really happy with my personal life and I’m in love and surrounded by love I just need to do MORE.
xo sarah honee
I stayed in bed the entire day today.
mostly it was amazing. I had a few moments where I had to fend off some anxious feelings about all of the life I’m not living while I’m just laying here, but then I remembered that this is part of taking care of myself.
Relaxing, not beating myself up for still being a little off, and not back to where I feel like I “need” to be. Truth be told I’m realizing that recovery from shitty things takes a really long time for me… like way long.
But everyday I’m that much closer.
you can move on from something and still be a little fucked up over it. You are a beautiful being with beautiful feelings.