…I wishe there was, like, a personal shopper type thing for binders along the line of the super-prevalent-podcast-sponsor for bras called ThirdLove.
This post brought to you by the increased Low mood due to being off bc for this week and the way that messes with my mental health.
There is a part of me that is considering telling my gyno, the next time I see her, that I want to start looking into options of how to go about getting extreme breast reduction or top surgery or a double mastectomy.
Probably would have to write it out and hand it to her, because lol anxiety.
One down side of looking into seeing someone about you mental health is, ya know, the whole LOOKING part. And the part where part of your anxiety freaks out about perceived authority figures…like mental health professionals.
Aint life grand đ
Dear body/brain, the whole angry-crying thing as a stress-response is getting beyond old. Please stop and just let me get angry without crying.
No love on this, me
It feels like the AC on the call floor is busted. Not a good feeling.
My brain randomly decided that Billy Joelâs âYou May Be Rightâ was the perfect musical accompaniment to a celebratory mental dance break after a successful call resolution.
Random, but decidedly upbeat.
Life in Alabama: All the local schools and a bunch of other things are closing tomorrow because the snowpocalypse is predicted.
Also Alabama: It could also turn out to be 50 degrees tomorrow and nothing could happen.
Body: FLEE!
Me: …thereâs nothing to flee. Shh.
Body: FLEE ANY WAY!
Me: Shh. Just absorb the Ativan already.
Kirkwall Was Totally Built On a Hellmouth 