I am a hyper social person. I love spending time with my people and being out and around others. I’m also a very neurospicy person and need a lot of quiet solitude and downtime. These two parts of me often feel at odds.
A week of not usual appointments had me hating adulting more than normal last week.
Seeing how tired he was made me appreciate our time even more.
Time (and there never being enough of it) is a massive stressor and activates my anxiety in a major way. I know the roots of this, and still it runs deep and is challenging to unravel and dislodge.
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