Storm in a teacup. (I went to the shop. I thought I was going to throw...)
I went to the shop. I thought I was going to throw up with anxiety. I came back feeling nauseous, shaky and tearful. The lack of make up also made me feel even more exposed.
On the plus side, a man in a wheelchair who couldn’t reach something, temporarily pulled me out of the quicksand of anxiety that I got myself into when he asked me if I could get it for him. I’m not sure who was more grateful - me or him!
Still. I got the onions that my parents needed and made it home without melting or being eaten by wolves or anything else. And I look about 12.

I went to the shop. I thought I was going to throw up with anxiety. I came back feeling nauseous, shaky and tearful. The lack of make up also made me feel even more exposed.

On the plus side, a man in a wheelchair who couldn’t reach something, temporarily pulled me out of the quicksand of anxiety that I got myself into when he asked me if I could get it for him. I’m not sure who was more grateful - me or him!

Still. I got the onions that my parents needed and made it home without melting or being eaten by wolves or anything else. And I look about 12.

Posted on Jul 11 with 67 notes