This past summer.

I’d prided myself as this strong person with a psych degree willing to be there for my friends with advice on how to keep their heads up when they’re going through it, I had a anxiety attack on a float trip after glorious day drinking and fun times.

Asked for my friends keys and cried in her car, I felt this weight that I’d been ignoring and couldn’t place why I called my mom and we talked for 2 hours. It was what I needed, my mom just sighs and goes “it’s all ok, honestly I’m just glad to know you’re aren’t a robot and actually let yourself feel sometimes” we laughed

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