Breathe. You’re going to be okay. Breathe and remember that you’ve been in this place before. You’ve been this uncomfortable and anxious and scared, and you’ve survived. Breathe and know that you can survive this too. These feelings can’t break you. They’re painful and debilitating, but you can sit with them and eventually, they will pass. Maybe not immediately, but sometime soon, they are going to fade and when they do, you’ll look back at this moment and laugh for having doubted your resilience. I know it feels unbearable right now, but keep breathing, again and again. This will pass. I promise it will pass.
this post is my dream come true
babies with babies
i like that all the mama’s expressions are like “I DID IT! I MADE THESE FUZZY BURRITOS”
the best thing about having the house to myself is that I can make breakfast in my underwear
im fucking crying my therapist has these little mamushka dolls in her office and the first one is so pretty like
and then it just goes downhill from there