I rewatch the same comfort show because new things stress me out

I like my friends, but I also really love being at home with no expectations. I’m learning that enjoying solitude doesn’t make me a bad friend.

Even when I have time to sleep in, I wake up feeling like I’m behind. I’m working on letting rest count as productive instead of something to “earn.”

I keep saving the first page for the “perfect” idea… and then the notebook just sits on a shelf. I’m finally trying to write anything at all, even if

It’s not that I’m hiding something dramatic I just don’t know how to explain what I’m feeling without making it a whole thing. I’m trying to practice