Journal entries from those teeny years to my now young adult self. Nonbinary and in a functionally dysfunctional family. I'll talk about mental health and LGBT+ problems a lot. I WANT PEOPLE TO KNOW: WE'RE NOT ALONE. I tried to write word-for-word what I had written, but being dyslexic, I have terrible handwriting. There will be many typos, but that is because I write/type my journal entries rather quickly.
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
12:18 am Tuesday 14 October 2014
I sometimes wish I had anxiety pills. Optimism isn't a good enough one. I'm freaking the fuck out even though I have a feeling everything's going to be OK. I'm an idiot, by the way. I've had a scare about "accidentally" wiping my computer without backing it up. It seems to be here, fortunately. At least I think so. My anxiety gets so bad that it hurts my ribcage, makes my limbs feel cold but my core hot, makes me feel sick, a lump in my throat, and makes me wide-eyed. People probably have it worse, but I don't like this feeling and now I'm worried that I may not be able to sleep. I hope I didn't fuck myself. I don't want to loose all my stories and just everything. That'd murder me. GAWD, my ribcage hurts. I believe in you, Calixte (my computer). I'll probably report in the not so early morning.
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