Drop Dead Sisters (The Finch Sisters, #1)

by Amelia Diane Coombs

When I’m around my family, it’s like I can’t escape the worst parts of myself.

Everyone assumed I would have kids due to the whole ovaries-and-uterus thing, and

I’d much rather live in regret of not having a kid than regret bringing one into the world.

cringe at the childish tone in my voice. Barely twelve hours around my family, and I’m regressing into something I don’t like.

“That’s wonderful, Rem. Anxiety is congestion of the soul, and spending time outdoors might be the medicine you need right now.” The medicine I actually need is Prozac.

therapy, I remember my therapist saying that anxiety isn’t inherently bad. In fact, I can thank anxiety for keeping my ancestors alive. That hypervigilance is what saved them from being eaten by tigers or whatever. But today, we don’t live in a constant state of danger; we don’t need to constantly tap into our fight or flight. Not like our ancestors did, at least.

But between you, me, and the trees, I was a little buzzed last night, as the kids say,”