Eff You, August

Hey frans! I’m writing this post to basically say how much I hated August. 

August was a rough month for me.
Here is what tried to take me out this month:

I was triggered by death. 
Grieving the start of a school year that was starting without me.
Hitting my one year anniversary at my job only to hit a wall immediately after. 
Experienced a lack of confidence that I haven’t felt in years.
Faced the health emergency of a close family member
My anxiety was through the roof. 
Struggling with difficult feelings about a friend (not no romantic shit)
I felt the loneliness of being single. 

I shared on Facebook that I was able to move to biweekly therapy appointments. This may seem like an odd time to do that, but let me share why it is actually really good. 

The reason why I was able to move to biweekly appointments is because despite what I was feeling, I functioned. I went to work, I saw my family, I ate, I showered, and I communicated. Past Ashley, would’ve folded so quickly. I would’ve quit life for a while. For most of my therapy journey, I never thought that I would be any different. I thought anxiety would always run my life, I would always need to see my therapist, and I would always require so much help to hold me up. The door is open for me to bump it up to weekly or even more than once a week. But I think I’m good, for now. 

For the record, I am back to being myself!

I was reminded that I am surrounded by great people!

I got this Pumpkin Spice Iced Latte this morning to say FUCK YOU to August and HELLO to September 🎃

​Thanks for reading 😊