dreams = risk + faith
image from pexels.com i stood outside of the office, switching between talking with my friend/former coworker and mom, borderline panic attack, talking on the phone, pacing back and forth and gasping for air as tears strolled down my face, not knowing what would be next for me. 'i can't do this anymore, i think i have to walk away,' is all i remember saying. i knew i had to walk away, but it was terrifying - the thought of leaving a job i'd only had for a few months that wasn't working out. but i didn't have anything definite lined up. my mind was racing and i was shaking, wondering how i would pay for my rent, how i'd be able to afford my livelihood. how i would be able to afford healthcare or go without. but i also knew i couldn't keep going the way i was - dealing with depression, fighting anxiety, skipping meals and only living on caffeine, crying hysterically on the way to work or on the way home. constantly stressed and feeling like i needed to...