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.

moral:

you can move on from something and still be a little fucked up over it. You are a beautiful being with beautiful feelings.