this is a psa
social anxiety is:
a feeling of being judged by others, a sometimes crippling anxiety or fear of people or social situations
it is not:
being a loner and/or not having too many friends
Sometimes you need to remind yourself that you were the one who carried you through the heartache. You are the one who sits with the cold body on the shower floor, and picks it up. You are the one who feeds it, who clothes it, who tucks it into bed, and you should be proud of that. Having the strength to take care of yourself when everyone around you is trying to bleed you dry, that is the strongest thing in the universe.
it makes me really upset when people don’t appreciate their mom. like, that woman carried you around in her fucking stomach for nine fucking months and then pushed your demonic self out of her and then cared for you and bought you shit with her money that she worked hard for like your mom is a fucking rockstar love her