I’m to the point where the slightest thing will set me off and I just start sobbing. It’s happened twice today and I know it’s just going to continue to get worse, which makes me so anxious. I feel like I’m constantly on the verge of having the worst panic attack of my life.
Did it ever occur to you that the music you’re listening to now you’ll hear again in 30 years on some oldies station in the car with your kid and you’ll remember listening to your favorite band on your old computer in your old bedroom wondering how one band could change your life like this one has and then you’ll finally understand why your parents only listened to the oldies when you were a kid.
This isn’t the case all the time. As a woman, I can say that we are fucking awful sometimes. We hurt the people closest to us for the stupidest fucking reasons sometimes and sometimes for no reason at all. It’s not until you’ve lost it all that you realize your world is crashing down and you truly are an awful, terrible person and the only person that made you want to not be awful or terrible is now gone.