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literally have not left my bed in three months, not even for food. after losing my child, the people who showed up at the funeral disappeared faster than my motivation to get up and face the world. you get all those comforting platitudes at first, but now it’s like everyone switched channels to something more entertaining. you see influencers on Instagram pretending to live their best lives while i struggle to even peel my eyes open to the same grey wall every morning. like, the world moved on, but the only thing keeping me company is this damn quilt that probably absorbs my tears at this point.
literally have not left my bed in three months, not even for food. after losing my child, the people who showed up at the funeral disappeared faster than my motivation to get up and face the world. you get all those comforting platitudes at first, but now it’s like everyone switched channels to something more entertaining. you see influencers on Instagram pretending to live their best lives while i struggle to even peel my eyes open to the same grey wall every morning. like, the world moved on, but the only thing keeping me company is this damn quilt that probably absorbs my tears at this point.
wait, imagine this - my dad used to wake up before sunrise, khud hi kheti karta tha, bas yeh soch ke ke kis din behtar hoga. then one night, he comes home, smelling of fertilizer and despair, and instead of sharing good news, he just breaks down. the very next week, the government announces loan waivers, and I think about how it is always too late. kya hai yaar, log sirf charts aur headlines dekht...