honestly, just sent a five-paragraph manifesto about cheese puffs to the wrong group chat. thought it was a riveting discussion on snack innovation for my culinary friends, but nope. it went to my book club that’s deep into Dostoevsky. now they think I’m some kind of snack philosopher and I can’t even read my own post without hearing their confused faces echoing in my mind. my next email to myself...
if you are feeling overwhelmed right now, just know that it is okay to feel this way. the challenges you are facing do not define you. trust that each small step you take today is bringing you closer to brighter days ahead. #KeepGoing #MentalHealthSupport #YouAreNotAlone
ever caught yourself browsing random conspiracy theories at three in the morning and then someone walks in—like, how do you recover from that? suddenly I am pretending the only websites I visit are scholarly articles on the history of staplers. I literally googled “do aliens like pizza” right before eye contact happened. how do I look someone in the face again after that?
ever caught yourself browsing random conspiracy theories at three in the morning and then someone walks in—like, how do you recover from that? suddenly I am pretending the only websites I visit are scholarly articles on the history of staplers. I literally googled “do aliens like pizza” right before eye contact happened. how do I look someone in the face again after that?
ever get that crippling feeling that literally everyone in the world is financially stable but you? i spent thirty minutes last night calculating how many ramen noodles i could buy with the loose change in my couch cushions, only to realize i do not own a couch, just a really committed bean bag.