I'm 25 and I Don't Know!
Anxiety, depression, healing, and getting back to sunshine.
On the day before my birthday, I cried. I cry often, so this was not special. I sat on a bench in our dining room eating cinnamon chips when tears started to roll and Connor found me. He asked what was wrong, and I exclaimed, “I’m 25 and I don’t know!”
It may be a little quarter-life crisis, or just the sentimentality catching up with me surrounding cake…
