Becca Writes At Night

Hiding The Crazies Underneath The Surface

How we need to be able to spot the signs of emotional instability in others.

It’s a good reminder to perform a self-check occasionally to ensure we are not getting too full of ourselves.

I can see the beauty in others but am super critical of my own appearance.

Because really, no one cares how you look like while you’re walking down the street.

Very few can get through to us when we have put our walls up.

And how a part of me secretly liked my husband’s lack of care over how he looked.

My anxiety manifested into self-induced pain in these situations.

A little dose of love is good for the soul, and best taken nightly.

The high of finally being able to be ‘flippantly’ generous.

Who would have thought that having a pretty face could potentially pull you down.