I was feeling a wee bit panicky on Thursday, what with school swimming carnival noise and yadayadah. The teachers and I we’re tight (by that I mean I’ve cried in front of all of them) so they let me just sit in a chair and cheell. I have this one fantastic teacher, taught me History last year, and she is one happy little cupcake. Anyhow, we were talking and she was just helping me breathe, and so I thanked her; because I am not a garbage human so I thank people. And she said to me, ‘oh don’t worry, my sister has anxiety.’
‘My sister has anxiety.’
And I started thinking about how cool it was and how far we have come in fifty, one hundred years. That people can be so open about mental health whether it be their own issues, or those of people they love and care about. I just thought that was pretty cool.