It’s funny, I started this blog post back in February and completely shut it off. Then the past few days there’s been this weird weight and all the words just started flowing. Opened up the blog to start writing and found this post, saved as a draft with two measly paragraphs but for the life of me I cannot remember why.
let me preface this post with – i am not an expert by any means in essential oils and non-toxic living. it’s a day-by-day learning process, and i’m definitely still learning. i’m not perfect at it, i still use products that the ThinkDirty app HATES. but am working on making the switch slowly. OK, now on to the post.
full transparency, there’s a lot of vulnerability and rambling happening in this post.
a few months ago I mentioned how my anxiety was at an all time high the year before, how I was taking some steps to curb some of it, and deep down so much of it was what I wanted to be able to say was true. yes, it was definitely a lot better (no repeat sitting on my parents floor mid-attack), but by no means gone – even though I wanted so desperately to believe it was.
Making friends once you’re done with school is rough. It’s something I have been struggling with for a few years.
I’ve been talking with a friend from college a lot recently about meaningful friendships & finding those friendships that you want to invest in. We talked about the friendships that we had cherished for so long, that just weren’t really working anymore. How for a period of time, this was upsetting and we were jealous of other relationships we saw them investing in (damn you social media comparisons). But were those the relationships we needed in life? Maybe, as awful as it sounds, those friendships were meant to have a shelf life?