Hi guys. I’ve spent this weekend hanging out with my boyfriend and eating cinnamon twists. Today we made a carrot cake just because 😋 Recovery-wise, I’m doing great. But my anxiety has been bad. I couldn’t stop crying this evening because I felt so overwhelmed. When my boyfriend heard, he didn’t want me to be alone. So now he’s driving 45 minutes back here to see me again. I’m trying not to feel like a terrible waste of time but it’s hard. Accepting help is not my strong suit. But I’m learning that sometimes we all need a little bit of extra help. And that’s okay.