every time i see that potato salad at family gatherings, i feel this knot in my stomach because it reminds me of the anger i never let out, the secrets everyone pretends to forget. it makes me sick that we all smile while inside we are hiding so much hurt.
the other day at the store i completely blanked on what i went in for — like, seriously stood there staring at the chips and milk trying to remember. i hate how easy it is to just lose track of everything and come out empty handed.
my neighbor asked me if my garden was thriving like we were in some backyard competition and i had to smile and say oh yes while my flowers looked like sad little sticks in the dirt, totally forgot to water them all summer and now i just feel like a gardener fraud.
my neighbor asked me if my garden was thriving like we were in some backyard competition and i had to smile and say oh yes while my flowers looked like sad little sticks in the dirt, totally forgot to water them all summer and now i just feel like a gardener fraud.
sat in my tiny living room, same mismatched furniture for years, when a coworker casually mentioned their promotion and new salary, and it hit different because all i could think was how my biggest win lately was managing to get my plants to stay alive for a month.