No matter what I do, it'll never be good enough. I'm tired and all you do is criticize EVERY single thing I do. Instead of holding me and helping me. You put me down make me feel like shit. You're never there for me. I cry alone and you don't care. I'm tired of it all. Anything I do is never to your standards. Why are you even with me???
Based on a genuine quotation from the essay 'Old Mortality', "Books were the proper remedy: books of vivid human import, forcing upon their minds the issues, pleasures, busyness, importance and immediacy of that life in which they stand; books of smiling or heroic temper, to excite or to console; books of a large design, shadowing the complexity of that game of consequences to which we all sit down, the hanger-back not least.'
Quote on anxiety: This is one of the most frustrating things about having an anxiety disorder; knowing as you're freaking out that there's no reason to be freaked out. But lacking the ability to shut the emotion down. www.HealthyPlace.com
Lovely #quote by @banksy reminding me that even though I feel like utter hell resting is the best medicine and not giving in to (too much) self pity and just quitting. Will be trying to get some food down me and some sleep once my stomach settles and then hopefully a bit of dreaming will help my body recover and readapt to NZ life