sitting in my small kitchen—barely enough room for a table—while my friends post about their new promotions and shiny offices, and I am still working at this dead-end job in a cubicle, feeling stuck with my paycheck that never seems to stretch far enough, the smell of takeout grease from last week still lingering, just thinking about how I have been eating leftovers since Tuesday, and wondering if...
i realized i hadn’t eaten all day when my head started pounding at 9pm, it just hit me like, how did i forget this?? now i am debating whether to make cereal or toast but also like, where did my whole day even go
so last week i was chatting with my mom in the nursing home and accidentally called her by my boss’s name, like full on “you know, Karen, that reminds me…” and her face was just so confused but i was too tired to fix it. she asked if she should start bringing me reports or something and now i keep thinking maybe i should just take a couple of reports to the next family gathering...
so last week i was chatting with my mom in the nursing home and accidentally called her by my boss’s name, like full on “you know, Karen, that reminds me…” and her face was just so confused but i was too tired to fix it. she asked if she should start bringing me reports or something and now i keep thinking maybe i should just take a couple of reports to the next family gathering...
finally got a notification about my therapy waitlist and the first thought was – did they change their mind? the idea that i have spent nine months waiting for help while getting frequent updates on everything except my own mental health is just the punchline of a really bad joke.