Quit These Things For A Simpler Life

Life gets crazy. Whether it’s our busy schedules or busy minds, we could all use some time to simplify our lives. Previously, I gave you all a couple lists of things to do to simplify your lives. Now, here’s a list of things to quit to make your life a little more simple. 

1. Trying to be perfect

Whether you’re trying to look perfect, be perfect, seem perfect, or do perfectly, just stop. Art is beautiful and each piece has its flaws. No one on this planet is absolutely perfect. Even Kendall Jenner makes mistakes and stars in terrible soda commercials. 

2. Comparing yourself

I have a hard time with this one. Lately it seems like all I do is compare what I look like, what I have, who I am, to what I see on Pinterest. It’s terrible. And, has only made my life more complicated. To make things more simple, just accept who you truly are and be happy with what you have. 

3. Dwelling on the past

This is another huge one for me. I tend to dwell on my past. A lot of bad things happened back then. But, the only way to enjoy a simple life is to accept what happened and enjoy the moments you’re in. 

4. Complaining

Just don’t. Be grateful for what you have. Be grateful for this life. I complain to myself all day, but if I put it aside like I’m doing right now, I’m able to do what I truly want to. 

5. Waiting

This one I’m working on right now. I stopped waiting to feel like writing and just started writing. I don’t know if I’ll make it to the end of this post and publish it, but I’m trying to make shit happen. Don’t wait around for motivation to strike, just start doing it and motivation may come. 

6. Lying 

Pretty much, don’t be an asshole. Don’t lie to others, even if it’s a simple, “how are you” question. Speak the truth, always. 

7. Pleasing everyone

You will never be able to make everyone happy. I learned this while living in Tennessee. Everyone expected so much from me and I was under so much pressure to be perfect for everyone. Just try and make yourself happy and those who truly care won’t mind. 

8. Thinking you’re not ready

I have this habit of thinking I’m not ready to write. It’s not clean enough, I don’t have a desk, I’m a mess how can I help others, the list goes on. Put aside your doubts and just start trying. Start working on what you think you’re not ready for. You may surprise yourself. 

9. Buying things you don’t need

I had a huge problem with this. I kept buying and buying thinking I needed it all. I don’t. And it turns out, most of it is heading to Goodwill. Buy only the things you need. 

10. Blaming others

I could sit here all day and list the reasons why others are to blame for my problems. But truth is, it’s my response to the actions of others that caused my problems. We’re in control of ourselves, if something is wrong we need to look at us not them. 

11. Overthinking 

I’m fighting this one off right now. I’m overthinking that this piece isn’t good enough, funny enough, or sarcastic enough. I haven’t been able to write in two weeks because I keep overthinking everything. Hopefully this will get me back into writing again. 



Where Did I Go?

Has anyone seen me? Because I can’t seem to find myself anymore. 

I don’t know if this is due to being on the wrong medication, a Depressive Episode, or maybe just a lot of stress and anxiety. Whatever it is, it’s stolen me from myself and I can’t get back. 

I used to enjoy things like doing my makeup, now I can’t bear the thought of it. Anything I want to do is seen as pointless because it’ll never be “good enough.” I can’t get this thinking out of my head, and it’s killing me inside. 

To top it all off, it’s made my self esteem take a huge dive. I can’t help but think I’m the ugliest thing out there. I can’t help but feel gross and pathetic. I keep comparing myself to all those women on Pinterest and Instagram, as if anyone can actually look like that all the time. 

Yesterday, someone told me they were proud of me, that I’m inspiring. I just wanted to tell them that they messaged the wrong girl, I’m worthy of neither of those compliments. I mean, have you seen my kitchen? What about the bathroom? I’m not worthy of anything. 

I’m stuck. I’m stuck in this negative thinking trap and I can’t get out. I don’t know which way to go. Do I turn to my self help books? Do I turn to yoga? How do I get back out of this? 

Thankfully, I have a therapy appointment today. Hopefully it’ll help some. But, the real help comes not until the 22nd. It seems so far away, but I’ll make it there. I’m sure of it. 

Until then, I’ll keep fighting to stay strong. I will win this battle, I will find my way around the dark pit of depression. 


Where Is Motivation?

Seriously, where the fuck is motivation when you need it?

It’s something on my mind a lot lately. It’s something I’ve always struggled with. I could be motivated to do something and then a split second later, it’s gone. I could search for it in all the self help books I can find, but the truth is, it’ll always fade away. 

I’ve been searching, literally searching the internet, for ways to stay motivated or find it again. Everything I’ve read says that discipline is the answer. Even when you don’t feel like it, do it. Well, if only it were that easy. 

When I don’t feel motivated and I try to keep going, I get so damn angry. Like, irrationally angry. It’s ridiculous. I was never ever taught discipline. Ever. So, now what? Now what do I do?

My life is controlled by my feelings and emotions, which I never thought bad until now. Now I want to work on my goals, I want to accomplish things, but how the hell do I even begin? Like, I don’t know, honestly. I could pick up the book I have to read and study, but then within the first few sentences I will get frustrated and overwhelmed and put it back down. Ending up feeling disappointed in myself. So, why even bother?

Truth is, I’m just as frustrated with life at the moment. I’m not doing anything, I’m wasting my days. I plan to start school in the fall, but until then, what should I be doing? Building my blog, reaching out to others. I need to do this, but I can’t seem to get the ball rolling. 

I’m great at doing the bear minimum. And I’m great at overachieving when I feel like it. But, right now I’m stuck in this not wanting to just get by and also not feeling like doing anything. It’s driving me insane!

I wish I had answers, I wish I was doing so well that I could inspire you to be disciplined as well. But, I can’t. I can only share my struggles at this moment. Hoping someone will relate. 

What’s your tips for starting to build discipline? How do you find motivation? Let us all know in the comments, your words and experience could help me and maybe even a reader out! Let’s work together to be the best we can!


Why I’m Accepting This Depressive Episode as What it Is

I don’t remember the last time I ate a meal. I think it was on Tuesday. Today is Sunday, I think. My days have been getting jumbled up in the clouds of my mind. I’m pretty sure last night was Saturday. Yes, yes it was.

 I’m starting to see the effects that not eating is having on my body. Before Tuesday, I had gone another five days with only one proper meal. My clothes fit better, my collar bone is starting to show, my face looking thinner. I blame it on my medication, which is also used to fight binge eating as well as ADD/ADHD. The truth is, while it does suppress my appetite, when it wears off I can eat. I haven’t been able to eat when it wears off. Normally, if I take my afternoon ADD medication, I wake up starving in the middle of the night. I haven’t felt hunger in weeks. 

The truth is, I’m going through another Depressive Episode. Only, slightly different than the previous ones I’ve mentioned. This one has no cause, it has no reasoning. Maybe it’s possible to have been triggered by the emotional loss of my toxic person, but I felt so happy when I stood up for myself. I was on top of the world. Now, my depression needs me to stand up to it and fight. I don’t have the strength. 

This Depressive Episode isn’t like recent ones. It’s not leaving me hopeless. I don’t feel suicidal. I have felt numb, like I wanted to self harm, but I didn’t. Maybe I just need to clean more, or get out more. It’s possible I may have let myself attach onto another person and given them that control over me that I had just gotten back. I’m not used to having it, so that’s a possibility. 

I’m learning to accept this for what it is. It’s another time in my life where I feel as though I can’t do anything. But in reality, I’m writing more and actually drawing for once. I’m happy when I’m creative, maybe this is trying to teach me something. My sister (best friend) told me that this is a phase that tends to happen in my life. I get real low, real down and I stop doing things. Then, I eventually kick my own ass and good things start to happen. I’m choosing to stick it out and see what good thing will happen.

The most frustrating part about these phases is that it makes me feel so damn unreliable. I can’t hold a job just while I’m feeling good, leave while I’m depressed, and then come back as if nothing had happened. I want to start volunteering, something that’s been on my mind for a while, but I don’t know if I have the strength to help others at the moment. You have to help yourself before you can inspire and take care of others. My inspiration place, my soul, feels drained. I’m so self obsessed trying to figure myself out that I can’t afford to focus on others. And it’s killing me. 

My two goals in life are these, to be happy and to inspire others. I can’t inspire others unless I’m happy. And, I guess, maybe right now I’m not exactly happy. It’s not because of my depression that I’m not happy, it’s because I’m not happy that’s making me depressed. There are things I want in life that I’m so close to having the chance at, that I’m ruining it for myself. I’m so close to building a career, so close to a possible relationship, so close to inspiring others on a daily basis. 

I long to be back in a place where even though I’m depressed, I can still say that I’m happy with how life is. I know I need to do some soul searching, some information gathering, I just can’t bring myself to face the hard stuff. I have a plan all set up to start rebuilding myself, yet I’m terrified to do it. I just freeze up. 

It’s so easy to just stay miserable. So much easier to blame everything on my mental health issues. And while some things do come from that, others come from me wanting to stay in my miserable little comfort zone. It’s amazing how comfortable heartache can be. 

I do want to leave my readers with something other than my emotional rambling. While I hope this made you feel less alone in your struggles, I want to leave you inspired as well. Take heart in knowing that one day, you’ll feel again. Even if you feel sadness, be grateful. This means you’re alive. Happy isn’t the only emotion that tells us we are living. Pain, suffering, they’re just there to remind us that we are alive. We are learning something. Pain is a warning sign, too. It’s a sign that joy and happiness is on its way. You just have to see the pain through, let it run its course. This, too, shall pass.


Recovery Week Day 2

Yesterday was Day 2 of my little recovery week I have going. A day late, but as promised, here is my little update for what I’m doing to recover. 

I started my day by ignoring my alarm clock and letting myself sleep in. Sometimes, you just need to. Especially when you medication keeps you up all night. 

I enjoyed my coffee, spent my time outside in the morning and then did my little morning routine as best as I could. I woke up with intense motivation to get shit done. So, I did. 

As you might remember from a previous post, this is what my living room looked like since I moved in. I collected all the cardboard boxes since day one. I became, crazy box hoarder lady. It was not fun. My excuse was they were too big to throw away myself, I could use them for art projects, or my favorite, I don’t mind them there. Truthfully, I did mind. And I wondered every day when I would get those boxes out of my living room. That day was yesterday!

It took maybe a total of 10 freakin minutes to move them all into storage. I am going to reuse them when I move, of course! That big one is still in there because I’ve declared it my creative space. It’s where I paint and make a mess. Also, do you not see how damn big that box is?! I’m tiny and clumsy! And it’s full of smaller, more annoying boxes. So, it’s gonna chill for a while. At least I don’t have to buy a coffee table!

I don’t have a before picture on my new phone for this one but, I cleaned my kitchen! For me, a clean kitchen is always step one to recovery. I love my kitchen, and when it’s clean it’s easier to start my day off right. And, continue it right throughout the day. As many times as I go in there for coffee, it’s gets pretty messy quickly! So, I’m proud of myself for this one. 

I also did some light grocery shopping to help me out. I bought some healthy fruits and some organic frozen pizza, the irony just makes me laugh. 

I also bought myself some flowers. Since I’m in recovery for depression, the smallest things matter. It was about $5 for the sunflowers and $2 for the others. Well worth it to brighten the next few days for me! 

Now, I’m almost done with Day 3. I still have some more progress to go, most of what I’ll be doing today will be put into its own little blog post. But I’m excited to continue sharing what makes me recover smoother. 

I’m still taking things as they come, each day as it unfolds. That’s pretty much all you can do during recovery. You have to focus on the present. Don’t listen to thoughts about the past, don’t listen to thoughts about the future just yet. If it helps, set a date when you start focusing on the future again. But take care of yourself in the present moment. This will greatly benefit anything you could do for your future self.


I’m not quite sure what I’m going to title this post. I’m torn between something about rediscovering myself and reinventing myself. I don’t want to say rediscover myself, because I’ve always been here. And I don’t want to say that I’m reinventing myself because no matter what, my main goal is to stay 100% true to myself. 

It’s time, however, for things to change. Change drastically. While I’m going to keep the parts of myself I love dearly and wouldn’t be me without, it’s time to let go of the things that have been holding me back. As I post about my recovery week, I will be preparing a post on the “new me.” If that’s what you want to call it. 

I’m going to share the steps I’ll be taking to get rid of the old, and allow the new to take place. I need to change habits I have set, ideas I have in my mind, and ways I express myself. 

I recently let go of a toxic person that I held an unhealthy attachment to. Anyone who has been abused will understand just how hard it is to let go of your abuser. They don’t mean it, they love me, they are just going through a difficult time. We all make the excuses because we don’t know how to live without the abuse. 

Once you finally let go of your abuser, you may feel lighter like I do. Or you may feel totally lost. I feel a little of both. A lot of times when this happens, we resort to abusing ourselves. Which I have done physically and mentally. I don’t want to let myself fall into a routine of outside abuse followed by internal abuse anymore. I’m standing up for myself and making the changes I need to. 

To begin, I’m going to focus on the outward things. I’m going to clean my apartment, get rid of anything that holds an unhealthy value to the past. 

After I clean my apartment of the negative energy, there goes my yoga hippie talk, I’m going to work on the inside of myself. Work on changing my inner dialogue to something more positive, work on letting go of the past and embracing what is now. I’m going to review and set goals. I’ll share all of these steps, the internal work as well as the outward work on here in the coming days. 

I hope this helps and inspires you to also move forward. 


A Week of Recovery Day 1

Yesterday, I told my therapist of my plans. My plans to check myself into a mental hospital come Sunday, had I not made any progress. He responded by saying that he doesn’t want to see me end up there. He believes I can do this on my own. And with that, I gave myself a week. I’m giving myself until my next appointment with him, and then we will discuss what I need to do.

I haven’t eaten in 3 days, I’m pretty sure I’m surviving off of just caffiene and nicotine. I’m trying to take care of the wounds on my arm from where I scratched them so desperately. I’ve  currently got a headache, probably from lack of eating.

So, today began the week of recovery. Where each day I will actively take steps to overcoming this depressive episode. I got off to a good start, yet I will remain honest as I post my stories. I will be posting every day about the things I have done to recover. And the things that may hurt my recovery. My goal in this is to not only keep myself accountable, but to share my recovery methods in hopes that they may be useful to others. I’m in  no way a professional, so please keep in mind that these things I do are things that work for myself, not medical advice.

Today, I didn’t push myself too hard for progress in recovery. I was supposed to go somewhere new, somewhere different. I went to one of my favorite coffee shops to work, instead. But, I still got out of the house. I spent a few hours drinking coffee and working on a freelance writing job I had the opportunity to write. Normally, I would not have gone out of my apartment and I definitely would not have agreed to write for someone else who had such a short deadline. I did it though, and I’m proud. 

I’ve pretty much written all day today, and drank coffee. I’m no longer in that phase of feeling numb to my depression and so, writing finally feels good again. I feel like I can understand what I’m saying, and I hope you can, too. 

I cleaned up my bedroom a bit, and put some dishes in the dishwasher. Tomorrow, I have many plans for cleaning around the apartment. Lots of laundry that needs to be done.

 I will continue on with my normal posts, which seem to be daily at the moment. I will also post updates like this on how my recovery week is going. I hope this inspires you all to create your own personalized recovery week, day, month, or however long you need.

Remember, it’s okay to stumble. Recovery doesn’t mean it’s a promise you’ll never feel depression again. But, it’s a step in a healthy direction that we can all benefit from.


It Takes Time

For me, it’s easy to tell when I’m depressed and when I’m in recovery. Although, I can hardly ever see those times coming. Sure, there are times when things start to feel a bit lighter. And, there has been a time when I was so self aware I could see each piece of depression consuming me until I was numb. 

The depression signs are different for everyone. This previous time hit me out of no where. I’d say it began showing up on Friday, I was on a date and I was drinking heavily. I don’t drink with people I don’t trust unless I’m upset by something but, I ignored it. Saturday was met by a hangover, easily dismissing my need to stay in bed all day. That Saturday morning I also had a missed call from someone who I purposefully try to keep out of my life. Yet, I ignored the impact it had on me. Sunday was a movie that triggered my anxiety. This movie had to do with mental abuse. And while for most of the movie I tried to ignore it, it began to take a toll on my mind.

The next sign I was falling into depression was the anxiety attack I had after the movie. I harmed myself which I have not done in a long time. I stumbled right into the pit of depression’s hell. I could only feel the overwhelming saddness. I felt sorry for myself. Not in the unhealthy, please pity me, kind of way. I felt sorry for myself in a way you’d feel sorry for someone you love dearly. I cried, and cried. I was crying over my past, my present, and in fear of the future. I should have known depression was around the corner when I cried myself to sleep that night.

I woke up that Monday morning feeling completely numb. Depression had stolen all of my emotions again, but I had yet to realize it. I ended up calling someone who I knew could make me feel, they had the power over my emotions just in their voice alone. I cried, I laughed, and I got angry all in the same phone call. I felt something, so I couldn’t have been depressed, just anxious.

Eventually, on Tuesday I realized I was officially depressed. I classify being officially depressed ( for myself, not others) as losing all emotion. I can’t feel anything at this point, except for self inflicted pain. And that’s what I did.

With Wednesday came healing and recovery. I walked into my therapy appointment ready to admit to hurting myself. Thankfully, he didn’t make me sign some bullshit contract stating I’ll never do it again. He gave me actual advice to keep me going and out of the hospital, which is where I was headed if I didn’t do something. 

I still felt numb throughout the day, unable to process any sort of emotion. Unable to process most of my thoughts, actually. This was quite frustrating as I had a work assignment to do as well as a date.

When I got home, the anxiety quickly came back to the surface as my Toxic person messaged me. They made me feel worthless, useless, mean, guilty, and most of all, desperate. Finally, I felt something. I told this person I would not be in contact with them any longer, he didn’t like that too much. He responded by trying to make me feel mentally insane and clingy. He tried to make me feel as if there were no hope for me. 

Something in me snapped and the depression was literally gone. In an instant, it vanished. I felt anger, I felt protective of myself. I stood up with an evil grin on my face and fought for myself with pride. I didn’t even need a cigarette to get through the moment as I was finally strong enough to stand on my own two feet again.

This morning, Thursday morning, came the greatest step to recovery I’d had. I sat outside, I drank my coffee as usual, but I didn’t stay there. I set a time limit, and I got up and got ready for the day. I went out and I conquered. I completed my work assignment and received compliments on it. By the time I was done, sure I was mentally exhausted, but I was proud of myself.

This is how bad my bedroom had gotten in just a few days. Yes, it’s been worse, but it’s also been better. Trash, strains, dirty laundry covered my room. My room was contributing to my depression. Feeding me those worthless thoughts.

 I strongly believe that your living space reflects your mind. And my mind was a mess. So, the first thing I do, since I’m a visual person, is to begin cleaning.

It’s still not perfect, but the stain is cleaned up and there’s a new light bulb in my lamp. Sure, there’s no sheets on my bed, but  the dirty laundry is with the other dirty laundry. Which is taking up my entire living room but, I shall tackle that tomorrow.

Why am I putting it off until tomorrow? Well, because I also did my dishes. Recovery takes time and I’m for damn sure not going to race through it because who knows when the next depressive episode could hit. It could be years, it could be seconds. I refuse to live in fear of that, so I’m taking my time to recover. I’m not going on force myself this time. Each day will have a different task. Each day I will conquer a new challenge. 

Even my patio is starting to look a little better, and thank God because this is where I pretty much live. 

Today, I took steps to stand on my own. I went to a coffee shop and worked. I ran some errands and forced myself to eat something. I ate for the first time in three days. I was stronger today than I had ever been before. I knew in this moment I’d gotten my life back. And now, I have the inspiration I’ve been needing to write a certain story. Be thankful for every little thing.


There’s a War

My mind quite literally looks like this to myself at the moment. Cluttered, trashy, too caffinated, and gray. There is a war going on inside my head that has left me feeling numb. I’m not getting joy from my writing, I’m not able to relax, I’m not looking forward to my date tonight, and I wasn’t excited when I saw my story published online.

A couple days ago, I had an anxiety attack. It has left me numb. I purposefully searched for people to hurt me yesterday so I could feel saddness. I tried to harm myself by scratching, it didn’t do anything. I felt a little bit of hope yesterday, but was unable to feel the disappointment that followed. It took me until just now to realize, this is the depression in the aftermath of my attack.

These moments, these are the moments that matter so much. This is where my mind chooses to fall into a depressive episode, or stand tall and fight for myself. While I’m doing everything in my power to stay strong, I don’t know if I’ll be strong enough. 

This feeling of being numb, it makes me so desperate for any sort of feeling. The numbness makes me want to do absolutely anything just to feel something. This is the feeling that scares me most. 

I was well acquainted with this feeling in high school, it’s when I began to self harm. It’s why I turned to alcohol, and why I needed the approval of a man. My mind is in a jumble, these words are fighting hard to come out. All I want to do is crawl into bed and hide. But, even more, deep down, I know I want to write. I actually have no idea if any of this “flows” or makes any sense at all. I’m trying, though. 

My best friend just told me, that I can’t help anyone unless I help myself. She asked me to look at myself in a way I’ve never before seen myself. 

“You said you want to be able to help “people” overcome their mental illness and help them find their way. What if all those people could see you right now? Do you think if you keep going the way you are, you’ll be able to help anyone else? ”
-Traci Davis

When she asked me, “What if all those people could see you right now?” I stopped. My eyes were opened. If my readers could see me right now, they’d be yelling at me to get a fucking grip. I like to imagine y’all are badass and cuss when getting your point across like I do.

You’d see me sitting outside all day, chain smoking, drinking coffee. You’d see me looking into my apartment with heartbroken eyes as I look at my dog who is helplessly staring at me, wishing I’d play. You’d see me slouching around, refilling my coffee mug. You’d see a woman in distress over what to do next. You’d look into my eyes, you wouldn’t see any life.

I long to live my life as an inspiration. I don’t want to say one thing and then do another. I don’t want to spend all my time hopelessly trying to help everyone else while I continue to fall. I want to stand strong again like I was not even a week ago. I want to be the woman people can look at and say, “she’s doing her damn best to keep herself going. Look at her strength.” By the way, this strength comes from my God, not myself.

While my purpose in life is to inspire others and be happy, I need to take some time to figure out the happy part. I continue to invite you all to join me on my journey. Through the hell of depression, and the heaven of recovery. At each point, I want to share with you my life. I will continue to be honest, raw and emotional. However, my focus may shift towards better helping myself (inspiration for you to help yourself) and some more happy subjects. 

If anyone has a subject they’d like me to write about, happy or emotional, email me! If you want your story to be told, I’d love to start a conversation with you about how we can do that together! 



Recovery Day

**This post contains topics that may be triggers to some readers. Self harm is mentioned and a picture shown in this post. If you are struggling with depression, please seek professional help. I also want to state again, I am not a danger to myself nor to others. I have a therapy appointment tomorrow in which I will be discussing my issues.**

When you have a panic disorder, you know how exhausting it can be to have an attack or episode. The only thing I like about experiencing an attack is the wonderful sleep I get afterwards. But, it’s still so not worth it. The uncontrollable crying, hyperventilating, catastrophic thoughts. It’s all so overwhelming that your mind might decide to shut down. And that’s okay. 

I used to be able to have a panic attack one day, then act as if nothing were wrong the next. It’s not like that so much anymore. I had a panic attack on Sunday night, I’m still recovering from it. It wasn’t the worst I’ve had, and I wasn’t in danger at all. No one was attacking me physically or mentally. My mind was attacking itself, though. Bringing up all the old memories of abuse I used to live with. 

It takes me more time to recover, now. It’s probably taking so long for me right now because I’m not doing everything I know I should be doing to recover. Yesterday, instead of recovering I beat myself up some more. Today, instead of recovering I’m ignoring it. Completely. Not doing a damn thing to help myself. Well, writing this helps me but, I still don’t know why I can’t fully recover this time.

It’s almost as if there’s just a little bit more, a little more panic that hasn’t been recognized yet. And I don’t know how to deal with that in a healthy way. I could harm myself, but that’ll just cause more panic. I could drink, but then I’d lose 48 hours of working medicine due to alcohol being processed first. I could write, like I am now, only it doesn’t seem to be helping. I could take a bubble bath, but that doesn’t slow down the racing negative thoughts running around my head.

The photo above shows my daily reminder that something has to change. And it has to change, soon. I can not continue on going down this path. This is not the worst I’ve done to myself, but it’s the worst I’ve done in a while. Part of me wants to start counting the days since I’ve last harmed myself. The other part of me wants to continue to feel something. I’ve been numb since my anxiety attack. I can’t feel sad, happy, I felt hope for a split second last night, but couldn’t even feel the disappointment that followed it.

Today, I did take a small step towards recovery. I poured out all my alcohol and I’m proud to say there is no chance of whiskey being in that coffee mug! As much as I hated seeing that lovely tequila being poured down the drain, I know I need to start saving myself. I need to save myself from addiction, pain, and toxic relationships. I need to be gentle to myself.

On days like today, remember it’s okay not to do much. But, I also want you to remember not to unpack and live there. I have now for the past few weeks and I need to kick my own ass and get myself in gear. I need to try my best to live again, as hard as it may be. I encourage you to start small, start with a small to do list. You got this. We’ve all got this. I’ll be posting tips for anxiety recovery days sometime soon. I hope they help some of you to overcome the pain that is moving forward after breaking a little bit.