Yeah, I just got out of lecture and am a wobbling blob of nerves and sweat, as usual, and it’s good to see an inspiring message. I’m not a woman, I don’t have major mental health issues, so it’s helpful to see that I ought to be able to handle my petty concerns.
All I need to do is stop drinking coffee and take a shower, and I’ll be normal again.
An excellent actress cursed with being over 35 and not really caring what men (or anyone else) thought.
Mental illness is poop. I have Tourettes and OCD and somedays it makes me come off as fucking freak.
I miss Carrie, she was genuinely interesting and funny.
We lost an amazing human being.
Depression, anxiety, and ADD with motor stereotypical ”fits” during moments of duress. I get by crappy job with an Adderall and a couple Prozac, and deal with existential dread with a couple of cheap whiskies before bed.
Carrie didn’t die. She’s a goddess who just acended back to heaven.