Some days my anxiety is so bad that I feel like I can't get through the day. My mind won't stop replaying things. I can't stop thinking worst case scenario. There is nothing, that I can figure out, that triggers these bad days. They just happen.


On these days, I am particularly thankful for those people who let me vent about the same things over and over again. The people who check on me just because. The people who tell me they love me just because. I am grateful for these little things.

Life is made up, not of great sacrifices or duties, but of little things, in which smiles and kindness, and small obligations given habitually, are what preserve the heart and secure comfort.
— Humphry Davy