a tiny envelope, a tiny letter, and a tiny thought

I have been feeling really small lately. Doing regular tasks like getting up in the morning, going to class, and feeding myself all seem so tough for some reason. All I want to do anymore is return into my cocoon of blankets and pillows and never emerge until I feel comfortable with myself. This past year has been a battle that has chipped away my confidence to rock bottom. And it's hard, trying to find a will to do something when I am not even sure what my identity is anymore. But in the midst of the haunting anxiety and tired nights, creating something with my hands seems to bring a moment of lucid clairvoyance.

The other day I felt small again.
so, so, so small.

So I wrote how small I felt in a tiny corner of paper, folded it up, made an equally small envelope, and stuck that inside the envelope.