When anxiety is high it’s really hard not to fall back into old bad habits. It’s like the one thing that would give you a little peace for a little while has now become the one thing that you have to give up, or slow down on. Y’all don’t know how bad I want to pick up a book and escape. Dive into another world, and forget about the boring, predictable, and repetitive reality that I’m tied to. I miss my Infinite Fantasyland. What a wonderful place it was. At first I was happy to be free from it’s clutches. Now I’m questioning if I’m even free in this life of reality that I’ve bound myself to.
Like Forrest Gump said “That’s all I got to say about that”
-That LoOpy Chick-
PS. cover pic from Dreamstime.com found by way of google