Hi you,
Yup, the reports you heard (or probably didn’t) are true. Instagram and I broke up for a little while. It’s a relationship I’ll probably keep, but this space has been giving me back my life.
More through here,
L. Raine
All in diary
Hi you,
Yup, the reports you heard (or probably didn’t) are true. Instagram and I broke up for a little while. It’s a relationship I’ll probably keep, but this space has been giving me back my life.
More through here,
L. Raine
Hi you,
The other day as I sat in a room full of people the muted roar of talking suddenly became the ocean to me, with its ebb and flow, power, and potential to open majestic worlds for us to explore.
It made me see conversation in a new way, kind of as a vast frontier to be explored, and has made me so happy to be alive with the power of being able to communicate. It’s incredible to be human.
Counting my blessings,
L. Raine
Hi you,
I’ve been learning a lot about how to let the loneliness serve me, how to let the spaces and lapses that life inevitably holds teach me about identity.
We all wonder who we really are, deep down inside.
At least I do,
L. Raine
Hi you,
Do you ever dream of finding a perfect item, 570% off at a thrift store?
I exaggerate, but finding a $200 coat for $0.50 was pretty close. Read on for the day a fairy-tail came true.
Anxiety is usually in capital letters in the heads of people who deal with it. It's blocky, bold, and baleful. In short, it's everything that will not be ignored or managed through common sense and reason. Common sense says, "you can trust your friends," reason points out that the reason you do is because they have proven trustworthy, and then anxiety comes along and sticks a sneaky knife in your back: "if they don't betray you outright, what if they forget about you? What if they drop the friendship because it is no longer convenient to them?"
Anxiety is unreasonable, and for those who have dealt with the chronic version of it, a formidable enemy. It's one of those intangible mental and emotional things that the rest of world labels as worry, which is somewhat correct, only it's much bigger than the occasional worry. Instead of being something you identify: "I'm worried my car is going to be an expensive repair," it becomes a general dread and unease about life.
"Something is wrong and I can't identify it."