been waiting for months for a therapist while my friends are buying homes and getting promotions, i just sit in my tiny apartment making barely enough to cover rent and scroll through social media feeling like a complete failure, can barely afford groceries but see people thriving, it feels endless. 9 months on a waiting list, all the while looking at my ceiling, wondering why the world feels like...
जब मेरा कुर्ता पहने वो प्रोफेसर पास आया तो मुझे अपने रंग में झिझक महसूस हुई, अब ये सोचकर भी cringe होता है कि उस दिन मेरी आवाज भी थम गई थी।
just found out that the doctor’s office is charging me for missed appointments and i never even got the notification, now i have to argue with billing and it feels like the entire system is set up to break people down slowly, like why even have reminders if they are not actually gonna send them ugh
just found out that the doctor’s office is charging me for missed appointments and i never even got the notification, now i have to argue with billing and it feels like the entire system is set up to break people down slowly, like why even have reminders if they are not actually gonna send them ugh
you ever realize you have a whole lifetime of cleaning out the same closet and somehow still get surprised by the amount of junk in there, like how do i keep finding empty cereal boxes and mismatched socks? meanwhile, my siblings cheer me on from afar with all the “thoughts and prayers” like that will magically make my back stop hurting.