In the last six months, if not longer, I can count the number of anxiety attacks I’ve had on less than one hand. As someone who has struggled with serious and terrifying bouts of anxiety for her entire life, that fucking rules. I don’t know if that means I’m getting better at managing my panic, if things this year have just been monumentally fantastic, or a combination of the two… but I ain’t even mad. I’m sincerely proud of myself. And I’m very proud of my accomplishments. And I’m extremely satisfied with where I am, where I’m headed. Thank you to everyone who has helped me get here, who I’ve met along the way, and who’s been stumbling along next to me this whole time.
~* happy cassi is happy *~