Can't I Just be Perfect?
I’ve lived with anxiety a long time. I lived with it before I had a name for it. I lived with it, not knowing it was destroying my happiness and joy. I was always on edge of what could happen, what could go wrong, how someone would hurt me, or creating fear of how I would fuck up everything. It has constantly nitpicked everything I’ve ever done. It has kept me from so much possibility because, what if I did that thing and it failed? What if I loved that person and they broke