Sep 14, 2019
4 min read
This Has Been My Best Week Ever
When you struggle with mental illness, a good week means more.
I woke up this morning with anxiety roiling in my gut at 4am. I tossed and turned for another hour until my boyfriend’s arms wrapped around me, enclosing me in a cocoon of sleep for a little while longer. Still, despite my best efforts, I only manged to sleep until 6:30.
