wait. so, I am literally the only one visiting my dad in the nursing home every single day, and my four siblings who live twenty minutes away have not shown up in months. I have become the poster child for "nursing home appreciation" or whatever they call it. I brought him a new pair of reading glasses, thinking it might help with the terrible magazines in the waiting room, and the staff probably ...
i don’t have kids, but every day feels like i'm carrying a toddler's tantrum in my wallet. i paid for my mom’s week in the nursing home yesterday and watched my account dip lower than a college kid's credit score after finals. meanwhile, my siblings are just a short drive away, living their lives like they didn’t just hand me the family bill for ‘who cares what happens next.’ why is it that the on...
the other day, my phone buzzed with a notification—my doctor’s office. they finally got back to me about those test results. surgery is required, and insurance denied it like it was a mixtape they didn’t want to drop. so there I was—three hours on hold with my stomach in knots, listening to the most obnoxious hold music, fighting tears while I checked my bank account. my last savings disappeared faster than my patience, leaving me staring at a balance so low I could only afford a single ticket to a local dive bar and an overpriced soda. being an adult is a scam, and honestly, it feels like my whole life is on the cutting room floor.
the other day, my phone buzzed with a notification—my doctor’s office. they finally got back to me about those test results. surgery is required, and insurance denied it like it was a mixtape they didn’t want to drop. so there I was—three hours on hold with my stomach in knots, listening to the most obnoxious hold music, fighting tears while I checked my bank account. my last savings disappeared faster than my patience, leaving me staring at a balance so low I could only afford a single ticket to a local dive bar and an overpriced soda. being an adult is a scam, and honestly, it feels like my whole life is on the cutting room floor.
it is shocking that in the wake of tragedy, organizations like the University of Georgia can host events like the “Run for Your Life” 5K, while doing nothing meaningful to address the mental health crisis on campuses. UGA boasts an annual budget exceeding 2 billion dollars but the lack of adequate mental health resources and preventative measures screams hypocrisy. meanwhile, the administration pu...