Headspace

There's no worse feeling than convincing yourself of the worst case scenario.

He's not going to call you back, you'll never see her again, you're not going to get better, you might as well give up on him/her/it/yourself.

That's dangerous headspace to get into.

I used to like to think that way, so that life would (almost) always turn out better than I had expected.  But that has since lead me to worry about everything under the sun for no good reason.

I don't want to think like that anymore.  I want alone time to be happy not depressing.  I want to practice what I preach an not default to worst-case-scenario.

I'm going to try my hand at this therapy thing again, starting this week.  It's terrifying, but I know it can only do me good.

I'm not going to get into that dark headspace with this.  I'm going to look forward to it and open myself up to letting go of my stubbornness and embracing what I'm about to do.

That's what you're supposed to do when you're 20 living in New York, right?