so i was in this really intense group exercise class, right, and thought it would be funny to yell “THIS IS SPARTA” during the final round. like, full-on just yelled it but then realized everyone was super quiet and looking at me weird. guess i should not have watched 300 the night before, ugh.
yaar, matlab samjho na, bank balance dekha toh laga kyun sab kharch ho gaya, chai ke liye bhi nahi hai - और घर वाले समझते नहीं, medicine ki wajah se kaise bills bhar rahe hain.
been on a waiting list for a therapist for what feels like a decade and the crisis hotline basically told me to just keep breathing or something. guess mental healthcare is like that trendy restaurant everyone talks about but you never get a reservation for, because why should it be easy to get help when you can just suffer instead.
been on a waiting list for a therapist for what feels like a decade and the crisis hotline basically told me to just keep breathing or something. guess mental healthcare is like that trendy restaurant everyone talks about but you never get a reservation for, because why should it be easy to get help when you can just suffer instead.
after fourteen months of feeling free, the moment i slipped, the guilt crashed in so hard that telling my sponsor felt like handing over my whole self to the shame and i just... sat there imagining the clock ticking down from day one all over again, just thinking about how quickly it can unravel...