It’s all I can do sometimes. And I’ll keep going, even against my own jerk of a brain.

Anxiety and depression are trying to tell me to be on guard, to be sad, to feel restless and unsatisfied.

It’s a struggle, but I’m constantly reminding myself that I have a great life. Family, friends, a stable job, art, writing…

It’s all I can do sometimes. And I’ll keep going, even against my own jerk of a brain.