not gonna lie, i once spent an entire family dinner pretending to love croquet because my parents always wanted me to be sporty like my cousin who just signed with a pro team. as everyone grilled me about my “passion,” i kept wishing i could talk about how much i actually just enjoy knitting tiny sweaters for my succulents in peace. somehow, i left that evening feeling like a world-class imposter ...
wait, so i finally decided to stop giving my friend advice about their failing bakery. it hurts to watch them choose the same awful recipes, over and over, like they're in a twisted cooking show that only they are judging. sometimes i wonder if i’m the villain in their story for wanting better for them, or if they’re just too stubborn to admit their cupcake isn't rising because they forgot the egg...
it's 3am and i found myself staring at the ceiling—calculating how many full moons it would take to pay off the one thing that would make me feel complete. three years. three whole years just to feel less invisible, as if achieving that dream would fill the void of loneliness that whispers in my ear every night. but part of me believes—no, truly thinks—that maybe a shooting star might just fall into my hands tomorrow, and then... then everything would finally make sense.
it's 3am and i found myself staring at the ceiling—calculating how many full moons it would take to pay off the one thing that would make me feel complete. three years. three whole years just to feel less invisible, as if achieving that dream would fill the void of loneliness that whispers in my ear every night. but part of me believes—no, truly thinks—that maybe a shooting star might just fall into my hands tomorrow, and then... then everything would finally make sense.
if you are feeling overwhelmed by everything happening right now, just know that it is okay to take a breath. this season will pass, and you are stronger than you realize. #YouMatter #Healing #ThisTooShallPass