"Where the hell am I heading?", "How do I get there?", "Why is it so hard?", "Should I have a second slice of that pizza?" are all questions that don't matter when I'm taking a candlelit bubble bath (not exactly though, I ran out of bubbles). The only thing I'm worried about in these moments is how pruney my fingers can get... and believe me, they can get preeeeetty pruney. I try my best not to dwell on the past or stress about the future and just live in the now, but it's easier said than done. Living in the moment is a fucking hassle when dealing with anxiety and one of the best ways to do so is reconditioning your mind to think positive and learn how to appreciate the little things all over again.
I'm working on it, one warm relaxing bath at a time.
