The day that I could wake up and not have to deal with the stress with out wanting to shop. The feeling it gives me I can’t even explain, it is like doing drugs. I don’t mean to go over budget or buy all the little things (those add up quickly). We constantly talk about in therapy about this. I am worried for the day that C doesn’t understand anymore. What will come of me. How do I learn to fix this, how do I learn to stop?
Awkward; it’s me. Aries, INFP, Type 7, Ravenclaw, Whovian. She/Her. For more about me.