Also I’m trying so hard to stop rewarding (or soothing) myself with ice cream or something similar because I’ve become super unhappy with body-related things lately. So today, instead, I bought a pack of star stickers for two dollars at the grocery store, but already my brain is screaming for happy drug because even trying to rehearse neutral professional ‘I’ve had therapy and you are in the wrong’ responses to hypothetical proximity to my dad has me nearly crying in fear

cannot eat the star stickers, perhaps instead should stick them all on my face, take a xanax and stare at the ceiling why did today feel like two weeks, holy balls