liquor before beer youre in the clear
beer before liquor youll be okay dont be a little bitch
Today has been one of those days. And by ‘one of those days’ I mean Monday. I haven’t been posting traditional blog entries at a favorable frequency the past few weeks because I am so busy with my classes, med school applications, research, dealing with stressful people, etc.
Yet amongst all this sudden onset of stress, my doctor wants to start to ween me off of my anxiety medications. I sort of looked at her like she was crazy and felt the need to cling to my prescriptions for dear life, but the more I thought about it, maybe I am ready to (slowly but surely) stop relying on them to keep me calm and get me through the day without an anxiety attack. I will still always have my panic disorder—I’m not “cured”—but over the past few months I’ve been especially dedicated to finding ways to deal with it and not break down over anything and everything.
It hasn’t gone smoothly or been easy, but I’m still trying.
Your ass is grass. And I’m gonna mow it.