so after finally getting the bill for my daughter's 4-month NICU stay, i'm convinced the insurance company is just a group of people who sat around deciding which hospital expenses they could assign to "adventure fees" and then sent me a postcard to celebrate my initiation into the absurdity of life and finance—like thanks for reminding me that a single needle costs more than my college education.
spent two hours cleaning one small section of my kitchen counter today and felt like that was enough achievement for the week while all my friends are landing big promotions and planning trips, meanwhile i am here trying to decide if i should splurge on takeout or just eat the last of the frozen veggies.
sometimes i just think about how my dreams of being a writer turned into scrolling through gig apps instead. the stories in my head feel like dust collecting in a corner while i deliver food to people who don't even look up.
sometimes i just think about how my dreams of being a writer turned into scrolling through gig apps instead. the stories in my head feel like dust collecting in a corner while i deliver food to people who don't even look up.
i spent all morning pacing my living room just to get enough courage to stand in a grocery store line for milk and people keep asking why i look fine when i can barely make it home without collapsing - if only they knew the weight of this invisible load.