I don't know where beauty lies.
Maybe it's in my great-grandmother's black & white photos.
Maybe it's in baby giggles.
Or maybe it's in my own giggles.
Sometimes I think it can be found in the things we don't see.
The little things.
Like the way eyelashes look when you're lying in someone's lap.
All the little things that make up a person.
Those are the beautiful things.
Those are the things to be celebrated.
The things that make up the little things.

sat in a dark room today

just me and the light from my laptop

and i felt calm

for the first time in a long time,

i wasn’t worried

and i didn’t think once about the things that worried me

and i realized something

just because you don’t believe my anxiety is there

doesn’t mean it isn’t

i live with it everyday

my fear of people

my fear of failure

my fear of saying the wrong thing

or doing the wrong thing

my fear of everything

my fear of losing the relationships i worked so hard to build

my fears aren't yours

yours aren’t mine

and that’s **okay