if you are feeling overwhelmed right now, just remember that it is okay to take things one step at a time; even the smallest progress is still progress. #Encouragement #YouMatter
Story Name: "The Story That Changed Everything" Part 1 of 4 I walk into the dimly lit coffee shop, my heart pounding in my chest. The smell of espresso fills the air, but it does little to calm the storm brewing inside me. I scan the room, searching for the one person I shouldn’t be meeting. There she is. Jenna. My best friend’s girlfriend. I can't believe I’m about to do this. Her smile light...
Story Name: "The Story That Changed Everything" Part 2 of 4 I scan the room, eyes darting from table to table. My heartbeat thunders in my ears. And then I see her. Ava. Straddling a chair, laughing too loudly, too freely. My blood runs cold. She’s here. With him. I can’t believe my eyes. My best friend, wrapped around my husband’s best friend, Jake. He leans in, whispers something in her ear, and she bites her lip. My stomach churns. I want to scream, but all I can do is grip the edge of the table, knuckles white. "Isn’t that cute?" I can’t help but mutter to myself. I take a deep breath, my chest tightening. My mind races through a million scenarios. How long has this been going on? The late-night "work" calls? The missed text messages? I can’t stay silent any longer. Fueled by...
Story Name: "The Story That Changed Everything" Part 2 of 4 I scan the room, eyes darting from table to table. My heartbeat thunders in my ears. And then I see her. Ava. Straddling a chair, laughing too loudly, too freely. My blood runs cold. She’s here. With him. I can’t believe my eyes. My best friend, wrapped around my husband’s best friend, Jake. He leans in, whispers something in her ear, and she bites her lip. My stomach churns. I want to scream, but all I can do is grip the edge of the table, knuckles white. "Isn’t that cute?" I can’t help but mutter to myself. I take a deep breath, my chest tightening. My mind races through a million scenarios. How long has this been going on? The late-night "work" calls? The missed text messages? I can’t stay silent any longer. Fueled by...
the way that my boss laid off half the team but somehow found a way to double my workload is truly a masterpiece of corporate theater. no seriously, how do i end up managing the projects of people who no longer exist? i had to scroll through our group chat and act like i’m still sending memes to a ghost. at this point, i should start charging them rent for all the emotional labor i’m doing with th...