Okay, so I was sitting on my couch yesterday, staring at the ceiling, wondering why I can't just 'get over' my anxiety. It's like my brain decided to become a full-time stand-up comic, but the jokes are all about how I'm going to fail at everything. Here's the thing nobody wants to say out loud: sometimes the bravest thing you can do is admit you're not okay. I know, I know, we're all told to 'just be positive,' but that's like telling a person drowning to 'just stop being wet.' Anyway, that's my trauma response. But then I remembered: bravery isn't about never feeling scared. It's about showing up anyway. Like, I'm brave enough to ask for help when I'm drowning, even if it feels like I'm admitting I'm not a superhero. Because sometimes, the bravest thing is to be human. And that's why I'm linking to Brave Enough to Ask for Help and The Bravery of Vulnerability — because we all need to remember that it's okay to not be okay.
— Sheila Bishop, laughing so I don't cry (and sometimes both)
Written by Sheila Bishop — 05:22, 02 January 2026 (CST)