and I need you to reassure me I'm alive

see the THING IS I don't feel like I ever worked hard enough to have "earned" the burnout, which is. probably how we got here.

i can't do this anymore! i mean i can, and i will, obviously. but i can't fucking do this anymore!

do you guys remember when we used to say oh worm all the time. remember that

clocking in for another day at the i dont wanna factory

the line between not going out as an act of self-care and not going out as a symptom of depression is but a gossamer thread

People are interpreting my “feeling embarrassed at the bakery” post so literally and seriously, as “The French are terrifyingly judgemental and love to bully and humiliate” and that’s how you know these people are not chronic worriers. My fellow stressed people are in the notes like “I feel you, this is me and the Threatening Stationery Shop.” I mean that post was just my internal monologue as a perpetually nervous person who tends to feel defeated by normal social interactions—the baker didn’t say anything mean, just corrected me when I got a bread name wrong, the rest was my brain filling in the blanks with fear of inadequacy and I Must Get A Good Grade In Buying Bread. So many people in the notes are like “this is why I can never go to France” but that one time I went into a Starbucks in the US I found the place to be a reservoir of agonies, I promise I would feel every bit as judged and woeful buying bread in your country, it wasn’t a post about being French it was a post about being anxious!