today, the bank is closed, and I thought about my credit score and that existential dread is back—harder than my mom's disappointed gaze when I told her I was going to be an artist instead of a "real job" kind of person. obviously, I'm fine, obviously I'm totally not lying when I tell people my dreams are coming true, obviously I am still living in my childhood bedroom because "it feels cozy." now...
no, because the way that I can’t stop imagining them thinking about how the bananas in their fruit bowl look like they're judging them - like, what do they want from them? And now I'm over here rehearsing this entire conversation in my head about how I can help them pick out the best bananas, but deep down I know they probably aren’t even wondering what I’m doing - they're just trying to figure ou...
yooo, the moment hit me when I realized I was that person who micromanaged my goldfish's swimming route—like, who does that? bruh, it was a fish. and then it hit me—maybe everyone avoids me because I can't stop analyzing why the bread in the toaster always pops up unevenly. is it me? am I the reason I can’t have a regular bagel?
yooo, the moment hit me when I realized I was that person who micromanaged my goldfish's swimming route—like, who does that? bruh, it was a fish. and then it hit me—maybe everyone avoids me because I can't stop analyzing why the bread in the toaster always pops up unevenly. is it me? am I the reason I can’t have a regular bagel?
if you are feeling overwhelmed right now, just know that it is okay to take a step back and breathe; this moment is a part of your journey, not the whole story. #YouMatter #MentalHealthSupport #Hope