I’ve been incredibly stressed out this week.
I haven’t really done anything active and I’ve spent quite a bit of time trying to figure out a new living/work situation ( as the one I’m currently in needs to change) the entire time I’ve been talking to my boyfriend about all of this and he tells me he’s sorry and that he’ll help me find a place and that he’ll help with rent if I need help.
I’m realizing that life is strange.
I’m asking myself if this is really where I want to be at the end of August, and if its not, where do I want to move?
I’m realizing that I’m lucky to have someone to talk to and complain to and laugh with and fall asleep next to, even if we have arguments and I question our relationship at times, I know that we are good, and he is good, and I feel good with him.
There are a lot of things that need to be sorted out, but they will be, eventually, and I have time, even if my anxiety is telling me that everything needs to be certain and planned out right this very moment.
I need to remember to breathe.