It’s time for your medicine

It’s morning. Take your pills.

Go to work and give it your all. We mean your all as in the all we expect to work tried and true. The all we need to make the numbers work.

It’s evening. Take your pills.

It’s always time for your medicine.

What happens when you don’t take your medicine? Well your body is going to scream either way- it wasn’t made to rely on little white pills… Your mind though, your mind will deceive you.

Does it really deceive me? Well perception is reality. And right now I believe that I am failing.

I’m not failing, because I have the right medication.

I’m failing. I’m not failing. We are doomed. There is hope.

When things get really bad, I always forget that it’s time for my medicine

“The doctors give the pills but the pills don’t have the will to take the pain outta the brain, they just make the brain insane.”

I have a love hate relationship with my need for medication.

I hate that I need it. But I love myself for accepting that I need it.

It’s ok to not be ok. And it’s ok to be ok.

Why don’t we talk about these things as they come? Why do we have such high standards for ourselves? We give so much more grace to those around us!

We aren’t even friends to ourselves. Because if I was my friend, I’d tell myself to stop dicking around and take my damn medicine like I know I need to. I’d say Chelsee, you are having a panic attack, and that’s ok. But take this medicine to dampen it. You’ll be able to breathe. And I’d trust me and listen to me.

It’s ok to need something, and it’s ok that it takes a while to find the right concoction. But take care of yourself. And listen to the still, quiet voice within you that does not scream profanities.. it feeds you words of strength, healing, and grace.

Tell those bad thoughts to go straight back to hell from which they came.

And to my readers- thank you for sticking through the up and downs. And thank you for the words of positivity that is often the lighthouse in my stormy sea. Much love to you all. You are not alone.

Anxiety Bingo

I found this bingo card for social anxiety.

Have you ever found something randomly and it fit you like Cinderella’s slipper?

I’m sitting in H&R Block … like I do every year and this wave of panic threatens to take me into the undertow.

Now don’t get me wrong, taxes suck. And yeah ok I can accept anxiety in small quantities because TAXES.

But I’m sitting here, like every year (my anxiety is usually satisfied with repetition) and I start shaking, and I’m so hot that Satan MUST be near will hell on his heels. I’m sweating and shaking.

It’s so stupid and almost comical. almost.

I should probably look into a therapist.. maybe someone can tell me why I have to be in control all the time even when I don’t want to be.

Anyways, for all my readers or those who stumble upon this.

It’s ok to not be ok.

It’s ok to walk outside for a minute or 20. Take the time you need to be ok. You are allowed to take care of yourself.

I’m going back into H&R Block.

Catch y’all laters. ❤️✌🏻

Insert Smile Here


What am I supposed to say when I’m out of words? 

My thoughts turn into ash in my mouth by the burn of uncertainty and fear.
I’m all out of ideas and strength.

I don’t know what to do or where to go.

I hate this uncomfortable feeling crawling on my skin. I hate not knowing what my plan is. 

I don’t know what I want out of this life. Isn’t that ironic?  I am given so many opportunities and all I can do is go blank. 

I can write, I can data mine. I can study your brain, I can help you find solutions, and think out of the box. 

I can’t tell you with any certainty what I should do, though. 

My God, this is so frustrating and I feel so defeated! I always have a plan. And now I just feel lost. 

No I have no idea what’s wrong…except for me. I’ll insert a smile anyway and tell you I’m fine. 

No, you can’t fix it for me. Lord, I sure wish you could! I would let you!

I’m stretched so thin that I’m translucent. 

My candle is burning at both ends and in the middle. 

What do I do? Who do I become? Even things as simple as “What do I write next?” … I have all these ideas swirling in my mind, more faint than *options* , but I can’t catch a single one. They fly too quickly and have too much uncertainty with them. 

Is a safety net turning into a noose? 

Or am I about to ruin everything?

On Feeling Lost

I have been so overwhelmed. This week alone has felt like it’s own month. I have been working so hard, but I don’t feel like I’ve achieved or accomplished anything. I feel like I’m wandering around. 

I realize that I’ve reached goals, and now I’m out of important goals. Out of the things I can change. I hate feeling like my fate is in someone else’s hands. 

I hate feeling so lost and confused. I hate this dark abyss. I feel like I’m just treading water. Pleading with myself. Don’t give up, you’ll drown! But you get tired trying to stay afloat, trying to not sink. 

I’m bloody lost and tired. 

Fear of forsaken forevers 

Unless you’ve heard that door slam and the emptiness that follows, you’ll never understand. You’ll never understand the fear.


But I promise to love you every day, in every way. 

Yes, the terrors of abandonment, forsaken forevers, wake me up at night. 

Maybe I’ll always fear. 

Maybe that’s not so bad, really. 

I’ll always savor you like the rarity you are. The once in a lifetime person you are. 

The way your chest rises and falls when you sleep. How your eyes sparkle when you speak. How your eyes crinkle, your dimples show when you laugh. How my soul makes sense and I feel at home in your laughter, amidst the chaos. 

The way your calloused hands caress my face, as soft as a whisper. 

The way you hold me when my world is falling apart. 

Yes, maybe one day I will fail you. Maybe some apocalyptic hellish nightmare of a day that door would slam and only silence will follow suit with the empty. 

But maybe, just maybe, I will acknowledge my fears. Instead of drowning me, drowning our love, they will shine light into the darkness of the unknown. 

No matter what, I will always thank you, I will always cherish you, I will always choose you. I will always love you. YOU you, the real you. The messy you. The you that was broken, too, when you chose to let me in. The one who shares fears, too. 

 I will thank you for every normal, boring day. And I will always be thankful for the irrational anger that is greeted with an exasperated eye roll and nothing more. 

And I will always thank you for every time you walked me back off a ledge. For every time you brought me back home from far away worlds. Every hypothetical “what if” you talk me through, every heartbreak you hold me through. Every time you tell me I am more than enough. Every time you fight my demons off when I am too tired to do so. Every time you love me, when I do not love myself. 

And every time I open my eyes, I will love you. I will choose you. 

I promise. 

Overflowing, overwhelmed 


Weight on shoulders, depress, oppress, suppress

Anxiety in laughter, wrapped around my throat – it won today. It successfully overwhelmed its vessel. 

My knees hit the ground like an ultimatum 

Lists overwhelming my mind, my ability

Failures singing like the birds in the trees, never silenced 

Fear like shackles on my wrists and ankles 

Anxiety fogging my mind, overwhelming my senses. 

The debris and destruction surrounding me. It is a fact, I’m on the ground. 

The smoke rising like protestations

Muscles straining like it’s a physical fight, I stand 

One foot in front of the other

Sun peaks through the dust and smoke, I depend on you

For now, I fear, I fail, I fall, and falter. But every fight has a victor and victim. 

I never liked the taste of being a victim. 

My knees may shake, but I will always get back up. 

I have too much depending on me to give up.