Lita / 27 / INFP, Enneagram 4 ♉🍄
IG: @2lita 🍨🍰
I'm a nerdy stoner poet🎮📚who loves to write about anxiety, depression, and other mental health issues.🥰 I'm obsessed with art and music,🎨🎹 and I'm a total conspiracy creep!!😈👽
14 Reasons Why
If there's someone in your life you're thinking of ditching this Valentine's day, but you're just not sure if you want to go through with it, here's 14 reasons why you probably should. If any of these are true for you, it might be time for you to finally forget them and move on. And since it is the 14th, I picked 14 songs to help you do just that.
As someone who has suffered from separation anxiety for most of their life, one of the hardest things for me has always been letting go of people, even when they're not good for me. The constant fear of being alone keeps me holding on, even when it hurts me. Because somehow I've convinced myself that the pain is worth it, even if it means losing myself in the process.
Anxiety Horror Story - Episode 2: The Pizza
So, several years ago I was at my grandma's house with my family. No-one felt like cooking that night, so we decided to order pizza. I was originally excited about the idea, until I was assigned with the task of ordering it...
Things to Do When Lazy
Let’s face it, we all have those days when we just don’t feel like doing anything. I know I’ve had my share. When you’ve had a really long day, or you’re just too stressed to function, lying in bed for hours on end usually seems like the best option. But is it really?
Anxiety Horror Story - Episode 1: The Concert
End of summer, 2016. I was on the way to this live show event with my “friends” at Counter Culture, the new venue in my small little town, Saginaw, Michigan. When we get there, I automatically realize how lame I look compared to everyone else, start to feel self-conscious, out of place. It definitely was not my scene and I barely knew any of the bands there too. The room is absolutely PACKED with people, to the point where the main concert room is spilling into the lobby and outside. The room is LOUD, my ears ringing. More and more people are piling in, I start to panic. I look around, searching for my friends—familiar faces in the crowd. I see them far away, across the room, submerged between a sea of bodies. They laugh, dance, together, unaware of my existence. How could they so easily forget that I was there? How could they be so blissfully ignorant of the fact that I wasn’t even with them anymore?