Yet another class on how to handle my anxiety today. I am a lifelong student in this– which is frustrating. I know that, unfortunately, “working through it” is the only way I get past it, but how uncomfortable. How fucking pedestrian.

Sometimes it feels obscene, the human part of me. The part of me that aches to feel.

That spills over.


Leona View All →

30-something Mississippi queer. Bleeding heart with a soft spot for honesty and oversharing. Conquering corporate America and my own insecurities– one day at a time.

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