so my family sent funeral flowers to my old name and a sympathy card to me like, congrats on dying but here’s a nice plant. I guess I should be thankful they thought I needed something to remember the “me” that was never really alive anyway.
i was looking through old notebooks today and found a list of places i wanted to visit and now it feels like every one of those dreams is just collecting dust, i swear my phone is just full of unfinished messages that will never be sent, like my brain is literally stuck on replay, scrolling and scrolling but not finding a single person to reach out to.
so like, after two years of doctors telling me my pain is just stress, i decided to take up interpretive dance, thinking maybe if i literally embody my pain, someone would finally see me. honestly, at this point i might just start moonlighting as a walking cautionary tale at health fairs or something.
so like, after two years of doctors telling me my pain is just stress, i decided to take up interpretive dance, thinking maybe if i literally embody my pain, someone would finally see me. honestly, at this point i might just start moonlighting as a walking cautionary tale at health fairs or something.
घर वाले समझते नहीं कि ये सब कुछ कितनी बड़ी बात थी—न ही मेरे सपनों में था कि डाक्टर की जगह बाबा काम करेगा लेकिन... पता नहीं कैसे, उसने ठीक कर दिया और मैं अभी भी यकीन नहीं कर पा रही हूँ।