It wouldn’t have been funny yesterday or the day before that or for the three weeks preceding thatttt, but I find this shirt funny today. Because I’m not stuck in bed. I can physically move my body. I’m not crying hysterically. I’m not painfully overwhelmed. My anxiety is there but not crippling. I don’t want to cease to exist on this earth just to get away from the pain of something I can’t put my finger on but is still somehow omnipresent. I’m probably only mostly okay bc I just had therapy. But still. And I know the shirt is talking about an episode of a show or whatever but hey, in my case it’s another *episode* of insanity. I dunno. But have a random selfie I took that I used Snapchat to edit pills and sparkles over.
