it's not that i’m losing my mind... it's just that every time i look in the mirror, i see my parents staring back at me, right? like, why am i suddenly channeling their outfits from the eighties? is my next step picking out funeral attire for our inevitable family reunion? do they think i need help, or are we all just playing dress-up in this weird adult game of reflection?
last night, I somehow became a mentor to someone—don't ask me how. I was sitting there, panicking over the fact that I have absolutely no idea what I am doing, while they were eagerly taking notes as if I was going to drop life-changing wisdom. then I realized—why am I giving advice about managing stress when my go-to method is crying into a tub of ice cream while binge-watching cooking shows like...
not gonna lie, just accidentally liked a photo of my neighbor’s pet turtle from thirty-nine weeks ago. i was deep in a wormhole of scrolling and thought, “cute turtle,” and then panicked when I saw it had TWO THOUSAND likes. now i have to avoid eye contact while carrying my groceries because what if the turtle remembers me? it is a real existential crisis about who actually cares about the wellbeing of a turtle… and whether it’s too late to message them, like “how is little Carl doing?”
not gonna lie, just accidentally liked a photo of my neighbor’s pet turtle from thirty-nine weeks ago. i was deep in a wormhole of scrolling and thought, “cute turtle,” and then panicked when I saw it had TWO THOUSAND likes. now i have to avoid eye contact while carrying my groceries because what if the turtle remembers me? it is a real existential crisis about who actually cares about the wellbeing of a turtle… and whether it’s too late to message them, like “how is little Carl doing?”
if you are feeling overwhelmed right now, know that it is okay to not have all the answers. this moment will pass, and you will emerge stronger on the other side. #SelfCare #Healing #HopeExists