last night, while digging through old boxes, I found a trophy from middle school for "Most Likely to Succeed." literally laughed out loud because all I can afford right now is to keep my fridge stocked with condiments. my bank account is literally two clicks away from just saying "your balance is less than the price of a avocado toast." nothing like being in your thirties, staring at your financia...
its not that i mind my parents bartering my future like a livestock auction, but watching my college friends post pictures of their European vacations while i stand here in my one-bedroom apartment with two spoons and a microwave, feels like some absurd cosmic joke. the way they talk about their 401k plans like they’re discussing what sweater to buy in the latest sale, and here i am debating if i ...
i have been on a waiting list for a therapist for NINE MONTHS. i even called a crisis hotline and they told me they were too busy to help me. meanwhile, scrolling through social media, influencers are posting about their self-care routines while literally selling wellness products that no one can afford. all i wanted was someone to talk to, not a thumbnail of a smiling face holding overpriced candles. my mental health is just an afterthought to someone else's branded life.
i have been on a waiting list for a therapist for NINE MONTHS. i even called a crisis hotline and they told me they were too busy to help me. meanwhile, scrolling through social media, influencers are posting about their self-care routines while literally selling wellness products that no one can afford. all i wanted was someone to talk to, not a thumbnail of a smiling face holding overpriced candles. my mental health is just an afterthought to someone else's branded life.
the way that my dowry negotiation felt like a livestock auction haunts me. my parents were haggling my worth in gold and appliances, and I stood there watching, feeling like a piece of property rather than their daughter. matlab, yaar, how can we reduce a person to this kind of value? it’s like nobody sees the years of my life being bargained over, like I’m just a trophy for sale, hai na?