Will I ever be ready to live?
I am so concerned with how to get things done that I do not get anything done.
I am so concerned with how to get things done that I do not get anything done.
What if I stopped worrying and started living? But what if something bad happens? But what if I miss out on living? But what if..
Over the years of dealing with depression I've found myself becoming an optimist. But how? My identity is sarcasm not inspirational affirmations.