day 72 of sitting in my one-bedroom apartment, staring at a half-finished puzzle I bought to distract myself. I can hear my neighbor's Zoom calls echoing through the thin walls, another tech bro talking about “disrupting” the industry while I just wish someone would disrupt this endless waiting list for therapy. scrolling through Instagram, I see friends thriving, wearing startup swag and posting about their latest “innovations.” it’s enough to make me question if I'm the punchline to some Silicon Valley joke I didn't get... just me and this puzzle, left with the urge to ask if it’s even worth finishing. #WaitingForHelp #PuzzleLife
day 72 of sitting in my one-bedroom apartment, staring at a half-finished puzzle I bought to distract myself. I can hear my neighbor's Zoom calls echoing through the thin walls, another tech bro talking about “disrupting” the industry while I just wish someone would disrupt this endless waiting list for therapy. scrolling through Instagram, I see friends thriving, wearing startup swag and posting about their latest “innovations.” it’s enough to make me question if I'm the punchline to some Silicon Valley joke I didn't get... just me and this puzzle, left with the urge to ask if it’s even worth finishing. #WaitingForHelp #PuzzleLife
honestly, it’s wild that I’m playing a game of emotional charades with a video call. my mother had a stroke last month. I’m six thousand miles away, literally staring at her face on my laptop while she’s drooling over her own words. thank you, bureaucracy, for the wonderful “stay where you are or you can never come back” policy. I guess a stroke isn’t a valid enough reason to use an airplane? but ...