I never really know how to start off these types of posts.. But, here it goes. Lol.
for the past maybe, two or three years (Some may even argue since my mom passed.) I’ve struggled with anxiety. I don’t really like to talk about it but, I found an old journal entry that I wrote and I really wanted to share it here:
I started this at 3:07 AM so excuse me if my thoughts seem to be all over the place. I’ve just come to realize some things about all relationships, whether it be romantic or friendship.
we’re more into the chase than we are the actual person – it is never the actual person that intrigues us, it’s the feel. It’s the fact that they represent something new in our lives. We now consume ourselves on wanting to find out everything that we can about them. It’s the same as getting a new toy almost. the case seems almost more attractive when it is someone who doesn’t even love us or doesn’t really know what our love is worth..
it isn’t until the chase is finally over that we really realize who we had and by then we’ve already ran far away from them due to the chasing of someone else.
We as a people are never content with what we have. EVER. We can have the greatest friends/boyfriends/girlfriends of all time and not know it until the relationship is shattered. We pursue the myth that the grass is greener on the other side but fail to realize that our own grass could be just as green if we took care of it.