I’ve gotten better over the years, but I still dissociate if I realize I’m in a good mood, and instead shift to being miserable, like “oh hey, I feel good, that’s wrong, I’m not supposed to feel good, here are a hundred reasons why it’s not only unreasonable, but actually immoral to feel good.” Happiness feels like clothes that never quite fit

That’s exactly how I feel right now. I was doing so well this past week until today. And now I’m in the ER because of how bad my anxiety got.

❤️ I’m so sorry my friend. You deserve happiness, as much of it as you could possibly want or need. 

“happiness feels like clothes that never quite fit” why did that hit so hard 